I understand now......God is punishing me for my sins by makin y'all tag the fuck outta me!!!! XDDDD Damn it all.... Anyway, tagged by :iconRoronoa-D-Rikuut at least she tagged me in a clever way. This is what popped up in my inbox:
Me: Hey England! Let's play a game
England: *sighs* I suppose so.
Me: What is the letter after 'T'
Me: What do pirates love to say?
England:...is this a joke?
England: *sighs* Arr
Me: What do you get when you take the word 'price' from the word "price tagged"
England: that doesn't make sense!
Me: Oh come on England~ For me *cute face*
England: *blush like a tomatoe* tagged...
Me: HA! HE SAID IT NOT ME!
Seriously though, you just got tagged~! ^^ leave me a link when you finish!
Now on with the tag~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
1. You must post these rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you, and create new questions for the people you tag to answer.
3. You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me:Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're in the hospital right now, curled up in a ball and wheezing in pain. The doctors have you on bed rest because every time you try to stand up the world goes black. You weigh just less than 90 pounds, and you haven't eaten in months. It's not because you don't want to eat; it's because keeping food down is like nailing Jell-O to the wall, impossible. You dry heave over a metal bed pan the nurse gave you, but nothing but this disgusting yellow and brown stuff ever comes up. The nurses tell you that the yellow stuff is bile and the brown stuff is blood.
They used to do tests on you every day. They would come in with their needles and poke you until they found a vein that hadn't yet been siphoned from yet. You have track marks on your arms from all the blood tests. They would bring you down to labs with giant machines and take x-rays and MRI's. They shoved a tube with a camera on it down your throat and through your digestive system to see if there were any abnormalitie
Dear Teen CaitlanDear Teen Caitlan,Dear Teen Caitlan2 years ago in Adult More Like This
There are so many things I could tell you, but --
You'll learn early on that life is hard and that you shouldn't take the crap people throw --
Having your heart broken isn't as bad as it seems. You'll cry, you'll get angry, you'll --
Sometimes pain is good --
I'm not very good at writing letters, especially to myself, so, if you're reading this, it's probably the fifth time I've re-written it. You're the same way, writing, then re-writing, and re-writing, and finally giving up and throwing it away. Every scrap of crumpled up paper held your entire soul, the dried ink like your dried tears -- hidden in the darkness.
Here's where my first piece of advice comes in. Go ahead, crumple up those pieces of paper. But, in the morning, pick them up, smooth them out, and save them in that binder you carry everywhere. Don't show them to anyone. Just keep those precious little jewels to yourself.
But why, you ask? Because, sometimes, being alone is going to be th
Dear Teen MeTo little Kate.Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Stop right there. I know exactly what you're thinking.
As a mystical mind reader, it is my duty to inspect the thought processes of those I come across.
So have a seat, my dear.
This may take a while. But trust me, it's all worth it!
It's coming to me…
I can just feel it racing through my mind…
You're feeling quite depressed, aren't you?
Those puffy red cheeks, tear-stained eyes and unpleasant frown on your face reveal it all. It stands out quite a bit. And that setting surrounding you is your personal paradise, isn't it? All of it strictly shut away from the world that doesn't understand you. You've already grown so used to the misty shadows that wallow away within the corners of your bedroom that you've begun to assume they'll last forever. Don't you?
Don't be surprised, but I also know the reason this all began too. So allow me to tell you an oh-so familiar story of how your pain may have been established. But before we start, I'd like to apologize in advan
Dear Teen Ruby RoseDear Ruby,Dear Teen Ruby Rose2 years ago in Adult More Like This
I know you hate me calling you that. I know you'd rather I use one of the millions of aliases you've buried yourself under over the years, the way you used to hide under pillows or disappear into piles of leaves, or cover yourself in snow while the other kids made snow angels (because you didn't have wings - you're the abominable snowman).
You're still that little girl, as much as you disguise it - the only difference is that now you're hiding in words and clothes. I know what you're doing with all of that lace and the skirts and PVC. The way you wear provocative clothing so that people look at you and judge you by the threads, so you can always tell yourself that if they hate you, it's not you, it's just the clothes instead (you're not a coat-hanger or a mannequin, babe. You don't have to be afraid).
One day, you won't feel like you have to be someone else, or hide who you are. One day you won't whisper those nicknames over and over again to yourself like a mantra or some
Dear Teen Me - A Story About HairDear Teen Me - A Story About Hair2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Dear Teen Me,
I know what you're going to think. I know it word for word.
Why am I ruining the one thing that makes me beautiful?
You will repeat this thought inwardly and outwardly to your mother on the way to the hair salon. She will give you the occasional glance, but she won't say anything about turning around. You've made your decision with that hard-nosed attitude of yours that tells the world 'this is final'. I know it all too well. Even though you and I have grown to be different over the passing years, we remain the same in our thoughts and memories, and I will forever look at you with admiration for these tense moments to come where you will questions yourself so deeply.
As a child, you carelessly whipped people in the face with your long braid in the lunch line. Thick, wavy locks of deep brown. A wild mess, a rat's nest on the worst days, a flowing river of brown that trailed all the way down your back. Grown into a teenager, nothing has changed about it. The river tan
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Dear Teen Me,
You were an annoying brat and I'm glad I'm rid of you, and so is everyone else.
Ghost WritingSlow down.Ghost Writing2 years ago in Adult More Like This
You’re going to be an adult for a long, long, long time. There’s no need to rush it. You can be irresponsible. You can make stupid decisions. Trust me, you’re going to do it later, so better get some practice in now.
Don’t listen to what everyone tells you. They have their own dreams and they think you’re the one to realise them. They see you’re intelligent, talented and ambitious and know you can get the hell out of that town if you want to. They’ll encourage you, but to a point. Truth: they don’t want you to leave town. They’ll settle for you not leaving the state, but their encouragement isn’t about you. It’s about keeping something good for a place that has far too little.
Talk to Greg. When you’re nineteen and sitting in a pub on the other side of the world, you’ll wish you left things differently.
Talk to people. Tell them you’re not okay. Tell them who you really are and don
dear teen meDear Sarah,dear teen me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Remember that time you tried to top yourself by hiding under the covers? That was hilarious. I remember you tugging at the edges of the blanket and praying, without a shred of scientific evidence, that the lack of oxygen would be enough to kill you. You sat under there for something like fifteen minutes before you gave up and went to make a sandwich. But while you were under there, choking a little on your pillow because you never washed your sheets, I remember you thought someone was watching. Someone who understood your suffering. Someone who understood you.
Kid, that was me. And I've got two words for you: man up. Life can get a whole lot harder than this. Before too much longer, it's going to. And by the time you get to my age, you're going to be glad.
Why were you
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl2 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
Dear Teen Me.Dear Teen Me,Dear Teen Me.2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Hey, I know it has not been that long since I saw you last...about a year ago...but I need to tell you something of great importance.
You know that hell hole you call "High School"?
Cherish it, because you're not gonna see a lot of those people again.
At least not everyday.
And try to listen to your Aunt, I know she is...overbearing sometimes, but she really does mean well and she will become one of your best friends.
Do NOT take what friends you do see for granted.
They are your brothers (You know who I am talking about)
Oh yea, and DO NOT take shit from anyone.
You are not a doormat okay?!
Embrace who you are and never try to be someone else.
Because lets admit it...We are freaking awesome.
We have had a rough ride as a teenage orphan, but somehow we got through it without getting our self kicked out, or killed...
So we must have done something right.
And, I know you miss them...I miss them too.
I can barely remember their voices...But do not let it get you down. You ar
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Yes, you there.
You in the horn-rimmed glasses in your stupid millwheel hat. You knew you’d look totally dumb wearing that to a carnival party, didn’t you? And now you sit there hating the music, hating the people who dragged you there, hating your hair, your figure, your baggy tapered jeans and most of all your glasses. Yes, I know all that. I remember the whole damn evening, when they seemed to play nothing but Salt’n’Pepa, Rozalla and KLF. What did you think they’d play, Paul McCartney, or Elvis Costello? What did you expect the boys would do – would they suddenly notice you with that millwheel hat when they never noticed you before? I bet they noticed the hat, I’ll give you that. It's probably one of the things that makes them give you such a wide berth. Who’d snog someone who looks as if she’s ten? And be honest, do you really want to have someone shoving his tongue past your tonsils, the way they’re doing i