write my own blog

sup’ my name’s well maybe you dont need to do that and im fourteen. guess what im bored out of my mind and i thought hey why not. well the children of sixth, seventh and eighth grade bow down to your all mighty tip giving queen. if you got any probs. come to me to seek your prophecy (u know im joking right? well if you dont mental check up in isle 2) any way since im new at this im going to relax and enjoy pouring my heart out about my dull boring life and my unsatisfying mind. i seems that i must go and do my reason for existent—- my hw. sob sob. oh well until next time my citizens of trustmyheart town i bid you farewell.

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ok my friend is 14 years old and she is about to turn 15. so she just went on a trip and met the hottest boy but he just turned 17. now here is the problem her dad wont let her date bit she is determined to date this boy she says she really really likes him i mean what should i do i cant just let her watch the guy she says she loves just disappear but i don’t want her to get in trouble. this is the thing with her dad he says she cant date till she is mature how can she be mature in this situation if she is falling for this guy and that is disobeying her dad. What should she do??? what should i do???

So I’m only doing this to get my feelings out….
Have you ever just walked in the freezing cold to feel the pain, listen to the most depressing songs just to cry. I don’t understand. I work so hard in my life. I am commited to the things i do, I never give up. But I feel like that time in my life is ending. I am nearly 20 years old and I have never had a boyfriend—someone to hold when I cry or laugh when I smile or even just to hug to show their affection. Maybe i am just living in my own dream world. I wish life was a disney movie so that everything would just turn out the way things are supposed to be. It hurts to see the people that don’t work towards life get the one thing i would love to have. My worst fear is not that someday i might die but that i might spend my life lonely.
I don’t know what to think. Today I went for a walk in the freezing winter cold and it felt great. I’ve never been so depressed until i moved to college…and honestly i don’t think it’s depression i think i’m lost. My whole life i have put on a facade and now that i came to college i removed it and I can’t find myself anymore.
I guess i’ve gotten to that point where i just want to give in on life…but i know i won’t because I know I was sent here for a reason.

My sister started a blog so we could keep in touch. She moved to Guam and it intruiged me. I started one about a month after she did. I post pics and thoughts and such, and it’s a great way to empty my head when it’s too full. :D

This is the first time i’m writing a few words to let out my mind . Why do i have to be so nice when deep inside u end up mocking whatever you do .It’s so hard to please everybody why do i want to please everybody , when my existence is of not so much importance to them , but why do i look forward to or keep their feelings and schedules in mind so that i can be around them when they are ‘upto it”. why don’t i have a priority of my own but their free time is my priority. I feel like my niceness and cheerfulness is wasted on the unworthy ,why is it so important for me to be “NICE”.Now i’ll tell you’ll why it’s cause i have still not found anything worthy of me to be proud of ,the searh for something fruitful within me is like a dark pit cause i don’t kow what i’ve within me . Everybody reading this would this is a case of low self esteem , but nahh i’m tellin i’ve got good esteem but ,i can’t juste waste my life doing nothing , i don’t know what i want to do , i feel like crumbled blank sheet .I hate the fact that my voice isn’t heard in a room ,i hate the fact i accept whatever others want but not my needs.I’M telling this cause i can’t open up my mind to anyone , there’s not a pesrson who knows completely about me , i guess it’s the fact i ain’t bold enough to show the world who i am , i want acceptance so my life is a mock

On hallowen night at 12 o cloock Mitchelle got sent to take the garbiddge out but refused, but his Dad made him. So he did, suddenley went missing. One year later, He came back with very pointy teeth, that night, his dad went missing,and exactly One year late, he came back with pointy teeth and blood dripping off them, that night he was in bed with his wife. He pretended to kiss her but instead stuck his fangs in her neck and sucked the blood out of her body until she had none left and no-one knows what happend next. GROSSEM!!!!

After an inspiring book the nannies diary I felt it was time a fairly normal brittish nanny had her say on the nanny life.
So let me introduce myself im Stacey Riddell im 20 soon to be 21. I look after 2 boys in a little town in Hertfordshire, one of the boys is 7 and he attends private school and the youngest is 6 and he goes to a normal school. The family I work for are lovely they have a nice house and can afford to anything really.
I still live with my parents but have a wonderful fiancée whom im yet to move in with.
I feel my life is fairly normal have a good network of friends addicted to facebook, I like going out but my life does have a few twist and turns during the days so hope you enjoy reading.

Yes, I’m Sakura but I got married to Sasuke so my new name is Sakura Uchiha. So here are some of the things about my self : I’m a Diabetic, I LOVE artichokes, I love Sasuke, I like to mess with my sisters and I love Sasuke oh, and I like pumpkin pie with coolwhip!

Hi there…x
I’m Gemma, I’m twelve years old and I attend Kevicc a performing arts school in Totnes is Devon. (England) I am the BIGGEST fan of take that ever alive and love almost all types of music (Apart from the arctic monkeys, Mindless self indulgence and Marylin Manson) I decided to start a blog because I wanna share with people what I have done for the day, and it looks pretty fun.

The day was going great today I was pleased with all my work I had achieved and was ready for dance! I came in with some new moves for mine and my friend Hannah’s Street dance. It was going really well until we had to perform it to the whole class. I was a bit nervous because Hannah had changed the moves so much I had forgotten them. The music started and we did the first 3 moves right, but she was supposed to jump alot further than she did, soon I banged into her and she pushed me out of the way and said it was all of my fault. Then I forgot the moves half way through, the teacher was fine and said it was my fault. Soon I got really upset because she said infront of the whole class Gemma you always get it wrong and everyone stared. Some of my friends huddled around me and tried to make me feel better, But soon I burst into tears after the other things she’d done to me through out the day. Soon we moved onto our next lesson, German, Hannah didn’t realise that I was crying, but knew I was upset. She came over to ask what I was doing for my work but I looked at her and turned away. I’ve decided not to talk to her now because of how upset she made me D=
Thanks for reading.