posted by Author_artist14
There is that special person in your life. bạn know, the guy bạn despise; of who bạn do nothing rater then twist the neck of; who drives bạn to insanity; who bus bạn like hell just bởi being near; who makes your fingers itch after to cú đấm him. That guy who bạn must fight with every muscle in your body not to beat up.
No, I’m not talking about your overprotective big brother hoặc your oh-so-annoying little brother, both who bạn really truly love. No, I’m talking about the guy bạn are, whether bạn like it hoặc not, thinking about twenty-four hours a ngày cây hundred and sixty-five days a year.
The “smirking-his-annoying-smile-at-you-in-class-refusses-to-live-you-alone-does-everything-to-bug-you”-kind of guy. The guy who makes your blood boil and bạn cheeks burn, who bạn really desire to hit with something hard. The guy you’ve been complaining on with your Những người bạn a billion times and who fill every page of your diary with his stupid acting.
The cocky, good-looking, sooo sexy guy with his enchanting eyes and messy hair who everybody loves, everybody but you. Who picks on bạn for all those horrible things that makes bạn feel bad which, weird enough, makes bạn feel better. He who seem to know exactly what bạn think and can make bạn do an-y-thing just through saying bạn can’t, are to muck goody-goody hoặc are too scared to do it. The guy bạn called every ugly name that’s ever been hear. And a few more.
New fact: This guy is very important person. I’m talking “turning-you-world-upside-down –your-life-will-never-be-the-same-again” –important. Believe me I know. I didn’t know what those guy meant to me until I almost Mất tích him. hoặc actually Mất tích him. Well, really he Mất tích me. Not that I’d known it. I had a hole in my tim, trái tim for many years without knowing about it. When we met again it started to heal and I realized that there wasn’t a person I hated thêm in my life than him, hoặc a person I risk thêm to keep alive.
While talking about alive. What do bạn guys thin happed after death. And don’t say “I don’t know” bạn all have a theory bạn all wonder about a lot. Way too much actually.
Hot tip. Live while bạn can and don’t worry too much about death. Because sooner hoặc later your dead and then you’ll have plenty of time to figure out what’s going on. I should know I’ve died seven times.
I died the twenty-first of October 1891 on my nineteenth birthday. Every time I’ve died I’ve died on my birthday. On my nineteenth birthday. bạn think that when seven different girls dies on there nineteenth birthday, who just happened to be on the same ngày bởi the way, with around twenty years between each would wake some attention. But noo, everyone’s to crushed about the tragedy of a young girl with her whole life up a head who died on her birthday. Sigh, Idiots.