okayy i dont get why girls say i hate men yess their jerks but we can be worst than them nd you know wat i honestly couldnt live with out guys in this world it would suckk soo badlyy kuz i spend most of my time thinking about guys yes my dad was a dick to my mother but soo things happen for a reasonn i have a bf nd he is a jerk sometimes but most of the time he is awesome if he hurts me im ready for it (well not really but if he does is for a reason)i know how guys are nd i dont caree we all know how they are it doesnt mean we are gonna hate them ¨HATE ¨ is a big word nd hating men is hating more than half of the ppl in this world soo dont hate men just play their game dont be stupid yes a guy can hurt you but we can hurt them nd wen the hurt it might last a while but eventually you would be aight guys get hurt too girls doo shitt too soo just stop hating on them theres exeptions maybe not everyone is lucky to get one of the few guys that are not ASSHOLEEs but theres alwats that special guy for you soo stop hating on them.
“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”—Marilyn Monroe
Were stiil learning. Shit happens. We fail. We cheat, we lie, we criticize, we fight over stupid things. We make drama. We shop, we buy unnecessary things. We fall in love and end up getting hurt. We get jealous. Some of us cry at night to fell asleep. We bitch about bitches being bitches. We talk…
Trust me, I know how it feels. I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can hear you. Waiting for everyone to be asleep so you can fall apart. For everything to hurt so bad that you just want it all to end. I know exactly how it feels.
if a girl loves you, she will put up with everything until it becomes too much to bear. she will shrug everything off, anytime you compliment another girl, hug her, or so much as even talk to her, she will get uncontrollably jealous, and question every little aspect of herself, she tries her best to make herself feel good enough for you, she wants you to notice her, she wants to be the one you wish you were with. she worries when she’s with you, she worries that she’ll do something wrong, then you’ll be over her in the blink of an eye. she misses you as soon as you’re apart, she wants to be with you, she’ll try her hardest, she just wishes you’d realize.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.”
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?”
The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
“It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.”
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.”
His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.”
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.”
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”
“OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!”
Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!”
“I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.”
“My mommy loves white roses.”
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister
is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
I don’t get why theres some people that try to be someone else like seriously just be your self theres no reason why you can’t be your self everybody is different i think being your self is the best thing you can do to really live your life to the fullest kuz then you know what you really want to do, and dont let other people tell what you can or can’t do, do what you really want too do , dont do some dumb shit just beacuse other people tell you too. Everyone is different and nobody needs to be like the others be original be yourself and you dont have to worry about what others say i know that kinda hard but who cares about other peoplee just doo youu nd i doo me.
Just because somebody flirts with you, doesn't mean they like you. Just because somebody likes you, doesn't mean they wanna go out with you. Just because they wanna go out with you, doesn't mean they love you. Just because somebody loves you, doesn't mean they won’t hurt you. Because people lie, things change. Partners cheat, and best friends ditch. And there are always gonna be those people who would kill to see you fall.