Previous 'Today I realized'
~~Today, I realized that when I walk past the kid I kinda like, I subconciously run my fingers through my side bangs, flipping them out of my face. I also realized that when your bangs are pinned up, and you try to do it anyway, you end up embarrassing yourself...
~~Today, I realized that somewhere in the mess I called love--the smiles, the laughs, the compliments, the late night messages--was the beginning of my pain. It caused excessive amounts of tears, the feeling of not being good enough, and the self-hatred. To all the girls out there: When you're in love, you'll know it. Just because he can make you happy for a minute, doesn't mean he can make you happy for a lifetime. Take time to think about it. Don't rush into anything; and never stop smiling.
Confidence is sexy, wear it.♥
~~Today, I realized that everyone leaves. Even the ones who promised they wouldn't.
~~Today, I realized that this quote is one of the most inspirational quotes I've ever heard:
Never give up on something you can't go a day without thinking about♥
~~Today, I realized that people freak out about losing fans. To all of you out there, chances are, no one intentionally unfanned you. Maybe someone deleted their account. Maybe it was an accident. Please, don't say, "Someone unfanned me! Who was it?!" Dear, it might have been someone deleting their account. I know a lot of people who want to kill themselves on here, that I check for their names on my chat as soon as I get online (scrolling through the offline names too, just to make sure they're still there.) If you're that upset about losing a fan, you should be there for you fans.
That's why I want ya'll to know that I'm always here for every one of you.♥
Stay Strong, and smile, you're beautiful.
~~Today, I realized something that irriates me.
If you're going to write a nice comment on my story, please, please make sure you get the characters' names right. That makes me laugh, when you don't type the right name. If you really loved my story enough to write a comment about it, please, please learn the names. It shouldn't be that hard. Also, don't change the spelling. I spell names differently for a reason, please, don't change Maddi to Mady. Or, Nikki to Nicki, or Hallie, to Haley. Please.
~~Today, I realized that one song can bring back so many memories. It can make your smile fade away, and you can cry. It can do the opposite. It can help you up, or knock you down.
"You're not alone. Together we stand. I'll be by your side, I'll take your hand." No one in my family understands why this song reminds me of my great grandma. It was the song playing the last time I saw her in the hospital. While everyone was in the hallway, I cuddled up against her, and she told me that she loved it, it calmed her down. She had the t.v. in the hospital set to the "welcome" screen, even though it just replayed the same song, and the same screens, (the cafeteria menu for that day.. I remember her complaining about the jello..), the hospital map, and the emergency numbers, along with the mission statement of the hospital. We laid there and read those same three or four pages over and over and over again, this song playing in the background. She wouldn't turn it off, she loved it. It was playing when she died. RIP, Great Grandma. You were my hero, my inspiration, and I miss you so much. I've been thinking about you a lot more. Your birthday was last week, you would have been 105. I'm proud of you, you're tough, you fought through a long life. Losing your son to suicide, and your husband when he died must have killed you. I'll always admire you for that I love you, beautiful. I miss you. Rest in peace.
~~Today, I realized that I really want a boyfriend who think that I'm beautiful, or gorgeous, not 'sexy' or 'hot'. I want a boyfriend who loves my laugh, and will do anything to hear it. I want a boyfriend who will kiss me good night, and wake me up with "Good Morning, Beautiful" messages. I want a boyfriend who thinks that I love to help everyone before myself, and that'll watch me talk with everyone in the hallway and think I'm friends with everyone, even though I'm really not. I want a boyfriend who will hug me from behind, and show me off to the world when I'm in sweats and look like a mess. To all the guys out there: Prove to me that you aren't all jerks.
And as always:
Stay Beautiful!
