April 2011
March 2011
Yeah!!!! >:O Like I had my arm behind the boy almost touching the little girl and then she had her arm behind the little girl and she grabbed my hand and held it. Not hold hold like couples but she was like.. holding it LOL idk how to explain..
Haha, I gotchu! They’re so cute though. :3 I want to know their names. D:
No I just know they're all cute af :3
LOL. Okay..
You see a bitch wearing a hoodie, some booty shorts and some ugg boots . . .
BITCH IS YOU HOT OR IS YOU COLD?
Tumblr’s just not as great as it was now. Just me though.
I love Jomari’s smile. :)
Andy is the coolest and he pretty
Navi has hella game.
I hate the feeling when you don’t even know what the fuck your feeling.
Feeling like you just don’t care anymore.
I love my friend Jessica Kel
There is so much to say about her. She’s nice, cmpassionate, always there for you when you’re struggling. She’s such a reliable person. She’s so athletic also. She play basketball for our school and stuff and she does everything. She also supports me whenever I perform with Impulse and tells me I did a good job, just to make my day better. She always smiles at me and everything. Whenever I pass her in school she always yells “Jed” and then I know it’s her, and if She’s the one passing me I yell her name and she looks. Then we laugh and have a good time. Then she’s always just so nice to me. I really am glad I had a friend called Jessica Kel. :D
I don’t even know why the hell I feel like this. It’s stupid.
I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me.
I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking.
I mean like…Why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.
Family. <3
Everyone in my family says I’m growing up so fast. I look at my younger nieces, nephews, and cousins and think the same thing about them.
Kids younger than me wearing make up, when I don’t. Okay………………………
I don’t like telling people I cried. I don’t know, I just don’t.
Trying to forget means getting rid of all the experiences and lessons. Dwelling means not accepting and growing from the same experiences/lessons. Saying you’ll do neither means you can move on, while still remembering why.
