I go by the name Cassandra, or Cassie. I spend way too much time on the computer, but when I do get my ass off this chair, I normally hang out with my friends .I have the most amazing friends in the world, and would not change that for anything. If there's one thing i've learned so far in my short sixteen years of living, it's that life can suck hard sometimes, but it always gets better. No matter how far down in that ditch you are, it's going to get better. It just takes time. I'm bisexual and damn proud. If you have a problem with it, I suggest you direct your negative comments elsewhere. Reading and writing are two of the things I love to do. Getting lost in books is something I don't completely fail at. I know who I am and who I was, and for the most part, where I'm going. I can be confident, it just depends on what my mood is. I'm a junior in high school, and to be honest, I'm scared shitless of growing up. I'm ready though, and even though I am scared, I'm also excited.
so the elephant says to the camel, ''why do you have two boobs on your back?'' the camel replies, ''that's a pretty stupid question comin.. from someone who has a dick on their face.."
we dont have drinking problems. we drink. we get drunk. we pass out. no problem.
when people don't laugh at our jokes, i don't think of it as a "you had to be there" thing; just more like a "you have to be mentally retarded like us" kinda thing
sometimes we put up walls, not to block people out. but instead, to see who cares enough to break them down.
To those nights you couldn't sleep; its because you were awake in someone else's dreams.
Life is all about ass; you're either covering it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, busting it, trying to get a piece of it, or behaving like one
do you remember that game telephone? yeah, the one where you tell someone something but in the end it's something totally different.. welcome to high school.
Love is when you walk all the way to the other side of the classroom to sharpen your pencil just so you can walk by him, then realizing your pencil is a mechanical one.
A woman is often measured by the things she cannot control. She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn't curve, by where she is flat or straight or round. She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches & ages and numbers, by all the outside things that don't ever add up to who she is on the inside. And so if a woman is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control; by who she is & who she is trying to become. Because as every woman knows, measurements are only statistics & statistics lie.
Girls work on their looks, not their minds, because everyone knows... boys are stupid, not blind.
God made you, then he made me, then he whispered "meant to be"
A friend would lend you an umbrella in the rain, but a true friend would take yours & scream "BETTER START RUNNING!"
I'm not a dick, so keep my name out of your mouth. I'm no pussy, so don't try to eat me out with your words.
it..s not officially summer until you forget what day of the week it is.
It's just so hard loving someone from a distance. Because no matter how far you reach, no matter how many tears you cry, miles you walk, & tantrums you throw, they won't be physically near you. And it's so hard to grasp that, but it's after the frustrations pass, you realize that you would rather hold their heart from miles away than sit at home wrapped in the arms of one you know you'll never love.
Please prescribe this bitch a larger dose of STFU.
Size does not matter. Weight does not define who you are Things are not going to get better if you get thinner but we all know..BIG isn’t beautiful...
One thing all girls need to do is believe that they are beautiful.
You say I'll never find anyone like you? Really?! I'm never going to find another horny, lying, heartbreaking teenage boy? Good. I don't want any of those anyway.
I had a lot to say to you... but I guess "Goodbye, asshole," said it all
My hearts not like your dick, so stop playing with it.
Am I bitchy? Well.. Lets just say I was never taught to say fuck off Polietly.
When shit brings you down, just say "Fuck it", and eat yourself some mother fucking candy
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating...then you finish off as an orgasm.
Remember when a "Cross my heart, Swear to die, Stick a needle in eye" was all you needed from someone to tell them your deepest secret?
My boobs are different sizes. I'll bet $20 yours are, too
Back when i was a kid, PLUTO WAS STILL A PLANET
if you don't get caught, everythings legal
you have no idea what it's like to be hours away from the only thing that makes you want to wake up in the morning.
Fact: Someone you don't even know exists... likes you
je vous aime
i'd hate to prove you wrong; but like i've said before... 'when he's not near the girl he's lovin', he's lovin' the girl he's near.
i hate how everyone compares love to Romeo & Juliet. did anyone ever read that play? the two met for a few minutes, started hitting it on a few hours later on a balcony. they married 3 days later. 3 days! keep in mind they hardly spoke then. got married, did the big deed, & long story short - they died. they were lust. i bet Juliet didnt even know Romeo's favorite color, much less his birthday. i dont want a relationship like that. i want one where i know everything about him, that i know its more important than looks.
What's the difference between a drunk and a pothead? A drunk will drive through the stop sign, and the pothead will wait for it to turn green.
Beauty is a curse on the world. It keeps us from seeing who the real monsters are.
If I had a dime every time you walked away , I could afford not to give a fuck.
Once in a while I'd like to talk to my boyfriend... Not Mary Jane, and Jack Daniels.
A world of pollution, profanity, adolescence, zits, abuse, broccoli, o-zone polution, sexism, prejudice, stupid guys and pms; why are you telling me to have a good day?
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