tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56087500172489949222024-02-20T01:52:36.147-08:00LindseyKLindseyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02700097510988830267noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608750017248994922.post-89756946969943102892012-02-04T14:35:00.000-08:002012-02-04T14:35:17.079-08:00This is a battle, and it’s your final last call...<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So one week everything is absolutely perfect. Then the next week you ignore
my messages and calls. How does this happen? And a better question would be,
what did I do even?!<o:p></o:p></span>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I guess we just don’t understand each other anymore. I
thought we had something good going on but I guess I was wrong. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe you’re at school, maybe not. I’m sure in a week or so
you’ll text me, you always seem to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I tried not caring about your “party” side and it was pretty
easy for the most part. Hopefully this blows over soon…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t feel like I did anything wrong. If anyone did, it’s
you probably. I mean I don’t drink and party every night like you. At least I’m
mature and know when to party and when it’s time to grow up and be serious
about life. I know what I want to do with my life, do you? Probably not. I have
the rest of senior year planned, I’ve chosen the college I want to attend this
coming fall, and I already have decided what I want to major in. My guess is
that you haven’t thought about any of the things, well minus going to OTC. I’m
growing up and leaving behind all the childish things. I’m maturing but I feel
like you’re not.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know what I want to do with my life and I’m not about to
let anyone hold me back. I want things to work out with us but I can’t be the
only one trying. It takes two. I know you said that in a relationship, the
right one, things should just work without having to try. That’s not entirely
true. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Let’s work together. It can’t be that hard. It’s time to
grow up though, that’s for sure.</span></div>LindseyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02700097510988830267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608750017248994922.post-10223037648876237292012-02-04T14:18:00.000-08:002012-02-04T14:18:40.268-08:00Just an ordinary girl…<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">She’s just an ordinary girl wanting to be accepted by others around her. She’s been through many struggles; her best friend always had her back. But God has always gotten her through and it has only made her stronger in the end. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Of course there is a guy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She dated him for eight months; they were deeply and madly in love with each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she had one weakness that he couldn’t handle much longer… She had a hard time trusting. This wasn’t her fault. She wanted to trust him but couldn’t let her wall down again. Not after being cheated on once or twice before by her ex.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Her weakness caused arguments, but neither gave up. It was tough but they made it, together. He promised her forever, a future, and to never let go no matter how hard it got. Then one day in May, he gave up…</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">They had a bright and perfect future ahead but he couldn’t give her one final chance. His excuses: “I’ve already given you tons, I don’t want to hold you back your senior year, you’ll get a second chance sometime.”</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Crazy enough, she believed him, even after another ex-boyfriend of hers said the same thing. But she waited around all summer, he never came back. She tried dating others but something was always wrong with them.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Then one day, he found someone else. She was hurt, devastated, and couldn’t stop crying. Even though everyone told her, and she herself knew that she’s better than this, and better than him. She held her head high at school, and then she saw them together… Her head fell.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Calibri;">She was just an ordinary girl that is torn up inside hiding it daily. She goes through life, with her close friends helping her along the way, and praying constantly.</span></span></div>LindseyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02700097510988830267noreply@blogger.com0