i want nice people to do bad things

I pretend I don't know how I'm so thin My friends think I have an amazing metabolism. I eat more than everyone else and yet I'm always skinny. What they don't know is that I only eat once a day. And I don't eat very much unless I'm with other people. Yes, I stuff my face in front of others to make them jealous.

I pretend I don't know how I'm so thin My friends think I have an amazing metabolism. I eat more tha...

Perfection takes a human form I am so irrationaly, increbly, head over heels SMITTEN with a guy i have known for a little more than a year.. he was a complete stranger, working at my local supermarket. The first day i saw him, it was like...poetry. he was poetry in motion. the most perfect human being i have ever seen. a adonis, walking, standing there right infront of me. he was tall, statuesque, incredible. dark chocolate brown hair combed neatly, clashing prfectly with his milky alabaster skin. his eyes, like melting honey. god. it was like, seeing the sun for the first time, dazzling my eyes. and there he was, standing so normally, so casually, compltely unaware of the effect he had on me. i became a frequent customer, going two sometimes three days a week to my little corner store supermarket so i could "shop for groceries". everytime i passed by his section, my legs would trmble with anticipation, i could feel my face flushing bright red. oh, how i longed and looked forward every week to go, if only just for a couple of minutes, to go and catch a mere glimpse of my adonis<3 after a year of going there every week and NEVER even daring to take a long enough look at him that he would notice my gawking much less talked to him, i was chcking out at th cash register completly dumb folded and day dreaming of my adonis, when th girl at the cash registor had to close up. i was next, and in a hurry so i was gathring my stuff ack to my basket when i heard th most beautiful, almost musical voice say "it`s ok..i`ll check you out miss". i looked up into molten honey grazed eyes with flicks of green. he checked my groceries out, and smiled. i, stupid as always kpt my head down.,never looking directly at him.. to make a long confession, not anymore longer, one day i went ack to the grocery store, and he wasnt there. i suspect he either quit, or changed to another littl corner stor around the area. over th course of a year we had rarely spoken, only enough for him to tell me his name. eing the crazy stalker lady i am i lookd up his name on th internet and found him on facebook. i spend months debating whenever to add him or not...untill finally i clicked "send", and less than an hour later he had confirmed my request and was hapilly, nrvously, chatting. he said he rememberd my face. i am now engaged (not to him) and vn though i rarely go on faceook, we somtimes talk. casual things, work, and of the sort. my fingers have itched with th desire to type how much i have adored him afar, how i often thought and dreamed about him. i never have enough courage to hit the "send" button though. oh well..maybe someday..in another time, he will know. untill th i look forward anxiously to the moment where he, my adnois will take a little break from being th most perfect human being on the planet, to spend a couple of minutes exchanging casualties with me.

Perfection takes a human form I am so irrationaly, increbly, head over heels SMITTEN with a guy i ha...

I'm 15 and my parents recently made me move from the netherlands to brazil. At first i was excited because i've spent almost all of my vacations there, my mom is brazillian. But after a while i didn't want to go anymore because all my friends where there and everything i knew was there. So now we're here and i spend my days browsing the web or reading books aside from walking the dog in the morning and to be honest it's kinda depressing and i'm kinda depressed. So i told them i wasn't happy here and now they're bugging me the entire time to join a club or go out like i used to but everytime they force me to go i spend the entire time thinking about how much i hate it here and IT DOES NOT HELP. I know i hate not doing anything all day but i hate being forced to go out 15 times more. The only times i'm not really thinking about home is when i read or when i'm high and they don't want me doing both all day so yeah. I think that's my confession.

I'm 15 and my parents recently made me move from the netherlands to brazil. At first i was excited b...