No one Special

[coner-addiction]

Day 4: Weddings

I love going to weddings. I love watching two madly in love people promise eachother forever. I love all the different people that show up. Like the people that don’t even care, the just want the free food. The party animals. I happen to fall under this one. As soon as the music comes on, I am out on that dance floor dancing the night away. The family. A bunch of crazy and weird people. That’s all the needs to be said. Friends. I love my friends. Most of the weddings I go to have at least one friend there to dance with!

I always imagine what my wedding is going to look like. I imagine it elegant, but casual. With white table clothes, and a hint of baby blue on top. A lot of brown, Like man made metal trees with glowing lights, twigs, etc. I want a live piano to play as I walk down the isle with my arm linked with my dads. My dress? I like simple. Maybe just a a long white dress with lace at the top? I hope as I’m walking down the isle that my soon to be husband cries. I’m saving my first kiss for my wedding day, because I feel like it would make that day evem more special. I know that may sound weird, but you don’t have to do that.

I think I found the guy I want to marry one day. He’s everything I’ve ever prayed for. He literally is perfect. There is not one thing about him that I would want to change about him. He’s an amazing human being. He’s very attrative, both on the inside and out side. He means everything to me. BUt of course I put God first, then him. But this man...makes me happy. And I am in love with him. Every part of him. Every flaw, every small thing, big thing, him. And I hope one day He can see me walking down that isle....

                                                                                               Signed,

                                                                                     No one special

[coner-addiction]

Day 3: My story...

It all started in my 4th peirod lunch, in 6th grade. One of my friends got up to go to the bathroom, she’s the girl that hates school lunches so she packs her own. I thought it would be funny to take her lunch and hide it under my shirt. When she gets back, she obviously knew I had it. I mean I had a square stomache, but I played it off as if I was pregnant. It was all fun and games until about 3 day later, when one of my guy friends walks up to me and asks if I’m really pregnant. I was confused on why he would think that, but I told him that I wasn’t. About a week later the whole school was buzzing about it, even the teachers were talking about it. That lasted for about a month and half before I got really sick. So sick that I ended up on life support, and my parents were about to pull the plug. But the mercy of God let me live. When I fully recovered and went back to school, there was new rumor. I aborted the baby. I wasn’t even pregnant in the first place, so how on earth can I abort a baby that never even there in the first place. And I would never do that. I was called so many names...Baby killer, Slut, Whore, Bitch, Skank, etc. I had guys walk up to me and ask me if they could have sex with me just so they can kill their baby next. I then had 3 guys attempt to rape me in the janitors closet. All a week a part from each other. And my locker just happened to be right next to the janitors closet, lucky me. My 6th grade year was the worst year of my entire life. I attempted to kill myself 3 times. And nobody even cared

The bullying needs to stop. What good comes out of it? You end up feeling like shit because you caused them to end their amazing life. God gave them that life. And you pushed them to them over the edge. And to those who are being bullied, you can choose not to let what the say effect what you think about yourself. You should love yourself, and never stop loving yourself! Yes, you have flaws. Yes, you make mistakes, but you don’t have to let that change your life. Instead make it your story...

Live the life God gave you!

[coner-addiction]

Day 2: Car Boner and I love you?

To show just how stupid I really am..my username was supposed to be corner-addcition, not coner-addiction. What the Frick is a coner? I was laughing so hard at the wee hours of this morning when one of my brilliant best friend’s came up with what coner meant. Car Boner. I’m Car Boner addicted. That’s what username now means. coner-addiction.

Remember Angela? Yeah, she continues to try to ruin the relationship I am currently trying be to in. I’m in Love with him. And she just doesn’t like the fact that he makes me extremely happy! She crossed the line today. But my Love has proven to me that he will stay by my side through everything, that no one can break us apart. Now I’ve never been the type of person to let myself fall in love with a guy in a such a short amount of time, but I did. But the weird thing is, I didn’t noticed that I was falling in love with him at first. But I can’t get him out of my head. I wake up with him on my mind, I go to sleep with him on my mind, I even dream about him! I’ve had so many dreams about us getting married and having 2 kids. I want to marry him, grow old with him, build with him. And for the first time today...He told me that he Loved me! He.Loves.Me. And I love him too. I was waiting for him to say it. I’m the type of person who  doesn’t necessarily like making the first move, and I was afraid that if I said it he wouldn’t feel the same. Does anyone else worry about that?

I’m not really the type to just tell the world what my life has been like. I babysit all day everyday, sometimes my mom doesn't even come home for like 3 days. I basically am raising my younger siblings. I cook, clean, make them do some school work, and put them to bed. every day. And I’m only 15. All I want to do is get away.....

                                                                                                     Signed,

                                                                                               No one Special

[coner-addiction]

Day 1: The Beginning?

I’m not really sure where to start. I’m pretty much just your adverage, everyday loser. I don’t go out and have adventures, I stay inside and waste my life on the internet. So I thought...why not put myself to use? I already write my life on my phone. Like people are ever going to read that...? But I know I do have a lot to say. My mind is a very dangerous thing to explore, anyones really. The brain amazes me. It controls your entire body. Just one thing can control.YOU. Am I the only person that is amazed by that?? Probably.

I don’t do drugs. I don’t have sex all the time (still a virgin), I don’t go around kissing everyone I see (I remain kissless). Crazy right? I like watching old movies, new movies, all types. I like to read books. I live and breathe music. I listen to all types of music, I fancy rock music. (Fancy?...) Journey, Def Leopard...classics. Panic! at the disco, 21 Pilots, Walk the moon, Plain white Tee’s. I don’t even know if those are all considered rock, but I like them...a lot. Now that I think of it, I seem pretty lame....

There’s a boy. I like him a lot. In fact I’m falling in Love with him. He’s everything I’ve ever imagined a guy to be like, all in one human being. And he exists. He’s 6′4, has firey red hair, blue eyes, a smile that will make your heart melt, and an accent. He plays guitar and a thousand of other instruments (a little bit on the damatic side..). I never want him to stop talking to me, his voice is A.M.A.Z.I.N.G! He’s perfect. But then there’s stupid me, who messes up everything...which sucks because I could possibly loose the guy of my dreams. Like..I would marry this Kid in a heart beat.

I have a crazy Ex-Best friend. She really is a crazy lil frick. She’s out to destroy me, has been since we were four years old. She has always been the prettier and better one, and I was her D.U.F.F (it’s a must see movie.) designated ugly fat friend. Now I don’t necessarily mind being a D.U.F.F because everyone is one. But Angela...is a total babe. Long Brown hair that’s always glowing, green eyes with long dark lashes, the perfect height (5′3), a butt, and bigger boobs. All the guys were after her. Including the ones I wanted. Which sucked ass because I remained the single one with the advice, and she was the hot babe who got everything.

I don’t know if I should continue to write these. But I’ll attempt to sleep on it (What is sleep anyways?). So I guess this is where I say if you liked it, like it, and if you want more, comment? Day 2?

                                                                                                                                                                               Signed,

                                                                                                    No one Special