Relationships end because once that person has you, they stop doing the things it took to get you.

I'm feeling a bit insecure.

So he wanna put another girl's name with a heart as his signature. OKAY!

I do NOT feel like doing any type of schoolwork AT ALL today...

Chris Brown - Sing Like Me <3

It's !0:54pm, I'm pretty sure the football game ended. I guess he doesnt want to text me...

I'm pretty sure the football game is over, but I guess he went out with friends or something, cause he sure didnt text me back...

It's only 6:45am and I'm annoyed.

You got me dreaming of you within the 2nd night of meeting you.

With you, I just knew. ♥

No competition.

What am I getting myself into...?

Feeling super insecure...

Confidence is sexy.

This boy got me giggling Lmao

I have a bad knee...

I'd tweet about this, but I don't want to be public about my personal life. 'Cause my Blogger is less popular than my Twitter.

How did you get to me like this...?

This is so unreal.

I have no idea...

Why in the world did I just do that?

I didn't know there was a Tia & Tamera show O:

Dang, my forearm is still sore from yesterday's Tennis practice.

It feels nice to be called beautiful.

Someone just called me beautiful... It's been awhile since I've heard that one.

I don't feel like talking to anyone.

I really want some food.

I want a Baby Ruth!

I just wish this concession stand would open.

Damn.

I wish I could make you commit to me.

I miss you.

Oh shit, I wonder if I have my me socks in my locker...

Who TF is Frank Ocean?!

Don't you hate it when autocorrect won't let you curse?

All this ship gotta calm down.

Pushing you away.

I love you beyond the reason why... <3

I heard Austin, Texas was boring.

My stomach acting up. AGAIN.

I could really fall asleep right here.

I'm so sleepy.

10 more minutes until bell...

ALL my friends have a Twitter, including the ones I don't want to read my tweets. But it'd be suspicious to block them or anything.

I Blog because Twitter is too public now.

What about Step Team? Lmaoooo

I don't think I want to do Volleyball next year.

I can't wait to start Tennis again.

Hahahah It's karma. Your own damn fault. Shiii...

I heard you write like a child Lmao

Lol, So PSAT's were horrible... Except math. I bombed that :D

I wonder what Barney Stinson's Blog has on it right now.

It's weird how I used to talk to you everyday, now I see you for 2 hours a day, and don't even make contact most days.

I wish some people would just move far away, away from my known life.

Can you please text me? I need you. <3

Ain't even gone waste my breath on this shit.

So glad no one knows my Blogger.

That's why your name on my phone changed. You're not special to me anymore.

Tell me why I saw this coming?

You know more than I want you to know.

Fuck you, too.

HAHHHH.

I just find it so odd that I would still have a fantasy of what it'd be like if we were together.

I fell asleep smiling, thinking of you.

After all this time, you still make me smile.

I don't remember the last time I smiled so big <3

I hope I can hang out with you on the day I exempt my all my finals.

I'm trippin'. HAH.

O...

So you not gon' reply? Okay.

I hate being in my feelings and shit...

I still feel for you the same way we first kissed.

I wonder if anyone's ever imagined what life would be like if they were married to me, then wanted to. ♥

Boy, you're somethin' else...

It's been almost a whole year, and I'm STILL trippin' over you...

Bad Girls Club is a mess Lmao

I'm probably going to start Blogging more than Tweeting.

I'm sleepy, but I want to finish this hw...

Aye, chiiiieeelll...

All in my feelings on Blogger and straight up frontin' on Twitter...

I'm Blogging like I'm Tweeting hahah.

Ouch. Okay then.

How foolish of me to think I meant something SPECIAL to you.

Lol, I'm calm now.

Damn, you are so FAKE.

Someone needs to stop me before I drop out.

Fuck school. I work too hard to have the grades I have right now.

I can't even think about fucking studying without crying.

I cry every fucking week.

I want to cry.