Where the Wild Things Are.

I would of gave you everything…

I know that you’ve been hurt, but that’s okay. I’ve been hurt before too. I know what it’s like to be so hurt by someone, to the point where you build up all these walls and you don’t want to let anyone else in, because you’re afraid of getting hurt again. I know that you’re scared, scared to give something real a chance. But to be honest with you, I’m scared too. More than scared actually, I’m terrified, because for the first time in my eighteen years of life, I’ve never been so in love with someone before.

            I’m getting so fed up with all these fucking games that you play with me. I just want to be able to talk to you like a normal human being. I don’t want to have to worry about what the fuck I have to say to you every time I text you, or worry whether or not you’re even going to write back to me. I don’t want to feel like I have to wait a certain amount of minutes to write back to you either, because I don’t want you to think I’m obsessing to talk to you, or that I’m always available. I’m tired of this shit. I just want to be able to talk to you how I talk to everyone else, without any stress. Over the time we’ve talked, I’ve realized that I love talking to you. Whether we’re talking about something interesting or about something with no significance at all, it doesn’t matter. I’ve also realized that whenever something crazy or funny happens during my day, I think of you as someone I want to tell what happened to.

            When it’s raining out, I want to be able to share my umbrella with you. I want you to come over so we can watch old reruns of Friends or Boy Meets World, or our favorite movies all day long as we cuddle on my bed in each other’s company. When it snows out, I want to drive up to a cabin with you and just enjoy a peaceful weekend together. I want to run outside with you in nothing but bras and panties on in the freezing snow, because we’re crazy. I want to be able to drink hot chocolate with you, whether we’re in front of a fireplace, or in a Starbucks, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re by my side. When it’s summertime, I want to go the beach with you so I can throw you into the water and we can laugh, so we can have play fights in the sand. I want to be spend summer nights with you and have BBQs, or bonfires on the beach, or lay on the sand as we just look up at the stars, or even go to Coney Island on Friday nights just to watch the fireworks and get a hotdog and some cheese fries at Nathans. And when you’re sick, I want to be able to drive to your house and surprise you with a huge box of tissues and a huge bowl of your favorite soup, even if it means that I might get sick too.

            I just want to be able to make you smile and laugh again. I want to show you that there are some really great girls left. I want to show you what true love is and what it feels like. I want you to experience things for the first time with me. All I know is that I’m in love with you and I just wish you would feel the same. I know I can’t make you feel the same if the feelings just aren’t there, but for some reason, deep down inside of you, I feel like those feelings are there and you just don’t want to acknowledge them for whatever the reason may be. I just hope and pray that over time you’ll open your eyes and realize everything you want and need in a girl, has been right in front of your face this whole time.

I love you…very much, but I refuse to be your second fucking option, your side dish, your staircase, and your punching bag any longer. I tried so hard to be what you wanted and I wish you could of realized how crazy I was for you. I would of been such a great girlfriend to you, we could of had the type of love people write stories about, I would of gave you everything…

Smoking pot every now and then doesn’t mean I’m a lowlife degenerate who is going nowhere in life, it doesn’t mean I don’t have any responsibilities to tend to, it doesn’t mean I don’t have an education, it doesn’t mean I come from a broken home, it doesn’t mean that’s all I do 24/7, it doesn’t mean I’m a bad person, and it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to get a good job or get into a decent college because of it. Just because someone else puts out a bad name for it, does not mean that defines who you are as a person.

Does anybody know of an official website I can get Jordans from?

Does anybody know of a good website to get Jordan sneakers from, besides Flight Club?

I don’t understand why it’s so hard to find a great girl nowadays, who can keep a convo going and who will be real with you. That’s all I ask for.

• Teacher: You're late.
• Me: Bitch I might be!

So today I was on the bus and there were these two guys talking to each other, one of them was an old man and the other one sounded like some gay guy. As soon as the old man gets off the bus, the gay one gets a phone call and as he starts speaking on the phone, I notice that he was speaking in a thick Russian accent like he was some sort of Russian spy and in my head I’m just sitting there like where the fuck did that accent come from? Are you a spy? And that’s when he turns around and says “Yes… Yes I am” And that’s when I knew……he could read my mind.

How do you look at the girl you love and tell yourself it’s time to walk away?