December 2011
Reblog if you do or have actually cried because of...
If ya know....
If ya know someone is basically talking shit on ya, but ya have no proof; can ya still do something about it? I mean the guy posted on the web that I, Jazzilynne, am a whore for all of Holland to see. Isn’t there anything I can do about it, even after he deleted the statuses? I am just tired of all this. We had a really bad fall out and I am not here to talk shit on him. I would just like it...
Follow me....
& I swear to Follow Back.
House: "Two people who weren't meant to be together. Maybe they'll get a happy ending just because they both want it so much."
Stacy: "Yeah, that's usually the way it works."
I do not lie...
I have never lied about the way I feel. However, feelings do change over a course of time. If things are de-escalating, then those feelings will as well. I tried so hard to stay there for ya, but ya were nothing but a prick to me. Ya made me feel small and horrible about myself. Ya say ya never matter to me, but I went through hell FOR ya. How is that not caring? Yeah, ya were another number,...
It is safe to say….
NO!
I am NOT okay. Seriously.
Call me old fashioned, but I still want a guy to write me a letter, sernade me, and surprise me with flowers. I want the corny, romantic stuff. I want the random park dates and the cute random phone calls. I want the awesome, lovely “good morning” texts. I want everything that he isn’t for me….
RIP Elijah James....
May 30, 2008 - February 21, 2009
I love you baby boy. Your auntie misses ya very much. And she miss your mother. Ya were too young for you to go home… </3
Okay then, so much for the most awesome weekend in a while….
I’ve seen her tears shed way more than she will ever admit. I saw her smile fade with every beating. Her beauty cursed with the markings of his so-called love. I miss those beautiful eyes that used to be like a sun rise. Her soft spoken words, never heard anymore. Where did the girl go that I used to be able to look at? Cause the person in the mirror ain’t who I wanna see...
I extremely.....
I can, almost, say I hate my brother. Disrespectful, arrogant, little asshole. He needs to get the hell out of the house now. If he can’t respect the rules, then he can leave. He does not realize the damage he is doin’. Military won’t accept him, hell he can’t even do what he needs to. Shit, I know this is public, but whatever. I do not want him around me or anyone else for...
end of the world....
this is stupid, but if the end of the world really DOES happen; I want to be married before. So I can die as a wife…. Haha. Sorry.
Good byes are so hard sometimes. They can’t teach us how much they hurt in school and our parents can’t explain it either. Whether it’s just a passing or just losing someone ya used to know, they’re so hard. It’s almost like a tearin’ of your heart. Even if they were nothing but a jerk to ya; ya still manage to care for them. I wish there were classes to teach...
