To all my followers: I will be moving tumblrs for the pure reason that my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend is still continuously trying to keep tabs on my & my boyfriend's lives. I refuse to allow you to have any access into our lives when we've both expressed how we don't want you in them. Stop trying to have Sean add me on twitter and leave us alone. For all my followers, I will follow you all once again when I have my new tumblr. - Jonielle <3
You tell me I don't understand; that it's not my money so I don't care. YOU don't understand; I've never put you through anything like you've put me through nor would I ever. But then again - maybe that's just me.
At times, I feel like the heart and mind play tricks on each other. That just when you have got yourself convinced with one that something is what you want, the other steps in and makes you feel nothing but doubt.
Somewhere along the line, things just began to change and fall apart into pieces. I don't know how or why, all I know is that it did. I hate it more than anything, but it's life and I've got to learn to accept that.
“I believe that everything happens for a reason. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust nobody but yourself. And sometimes, good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”—Marilyn Monroe
What's up with the 5th graders these days? Giving your middle finger to people, wearing make up, showing your ''cleavage'', getting a facebook/myspace/tumblr account just to get ''popular'', saying ''I'll meet 'cha in mah bed tonite!" when you haven't even got your damn period yet, swearing in front of your parents, and wanting to grow up real fast? When I was your age, I played with Polly Pockets. I gave high five's to my friends, not my middle finger. I wore eye glasses not make up. I showed my talent, not my cleavage. I got all my homeworks done. I say ''see you in school tomorrow!". I don't swear in front of my parents and I never wanted to grow up because childhood was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I loved my childhood and I wished that I never grew up. Enjoy it, you only live once.
Whether it be boy problems, family problems, school problems..
I’m always there, aren’t I? I miss talking to you and being the shoulder you can cry on. These days I don’t see you very often and it just breaks my heart, you know? Knowing that you feel like shit, and I want to make you feel better. Remember that one time we bought ice-cream at Wal-mart then went to your basement and talked for 3 hours straight? Remember the time when we got lost in Carolyn Creek and just ended up staying there, talking to each other about shit. I miss you.
just replace ice cream with filipino food & carolyn creek with your couch
“Yo, it ain’t your fault boo, I’m always here for you to talk to
Hold your head high when you walk though
Sometimes the devil’s temptation will force you
But one thing about the lord, he’ll never cross you.”—