Do you Remember Me?There was once a girl. She was like most girls. Average looks, average grades and average talents. The only thing special about her, was her heart. She was one of the sweetest girls in her university. She was nice to everyone, yet everyone was to occupied with their own life to glance at her. After school she volunteered at animal shelters and old folks homes.More Like This
She was terrified of being alone, just like animals and many seniors. She felt it was her duty to keep them company, since no one kept her company. The only person she really talked to in her age group was her boyfriend. He was rude, selfish and abusive. But the girl loved him more than anything. She told him that she would give her heart for him. Her heart, which she cherished so much.
He was very angry one day, more so than usual. She tried everything to make him happy. She made him a delicious dinner. It wasn't enough. She gave him a gift card to his favorite coffee shop. It wasn't enough. She showered him in affection and gif
I lost my innocence, that day.When I was younger,More Like This
there was a time where all of my friends
Girls wanted to play mommy and ponies
I wanted to play tag and race cars
and so did the boys
so we did.
Not a big deal.
I was six when I went over to a friends house for the first time.
He was really neat--
He had a box full of race cars and a bubble machine
that made the biggest bubbles.
One day, as we were having snacks
(because snack time is serious business, no matter what age you are)
I decided I wanted another one.
It was a stick of string cheese, and I was six--
clearly I was a growing lady and I needed my dose of dairy.
So I walked up to his mother and said
"please," because my momma raised me right, "can I have another string cheese?"
And I will never forget the hesitant look I got
the curious head tilt, the squinted eyes;
it's forever in my mind. It's always there.
Anyway, I didn't understand why it was so confusing.
Really, I just wanted another piece of cheese.
To be honest, I don't remember if she ever
Sick of itI am officially sick of all the hate in the world.More Like This
You get ragged on for sexuality, opinions, hair color, eye color, clothes, weight, intelligence, friends, EVERYTHING.
and I'm sick of it.
So I say fuck it. If you don't like something about me and you say something rude to me I WILL be rude back.