Sometime we meet the wrong person at the right time. Whereas, other times, we meet the right person at the wrong time. The world works in funny ways, but it’s all based on timing and with time, we humans tend to forget. We tend to forget the beauties in life and the miracles that come with it and the miracle I’ve come across is meeting you at the perfect time. I must admit, my eyes may clinch on guys sometimes and I may admire some of them from time to time, but I know I’ve found a keeper and I intend on keeping him as long as I can. 

You’re trust in me seems to decrease as days go by even if I haven’t done anything and that’s what hurts the most. 

Dear Dad, 

I love you with all my heart, but I really can’t take all this pressure you put on me. You expect to me your perfect star child and I really can’t do that. I’m just a teenager. I’m growing up. I go out, I hang out with my friends. You want me to be doing some kind of school work 24/7 and no I’m not exaggerating because you even tell me to do work during the summer and during breaks. I mean, I do have work, but you don’t have to constantly remind me to do things all the time. I know my responsibility in school and I know when to get things done. You have absolutely no trust for me and my brothers at all. I know this because you told us this yourself. What is left without any trust? Nothing. Nothing at all. You never trust us, even when we tell you everything that we’re doing and going. I don’t understand, what more do you want from me? Why don’t you trust me. I have all A’s and B’s, I’ve never smoked, I’ve never drank, and I’m still a virgin. What more do you want from me because I really don’t understand. I’m trying all that I can and you expect me to study all the time, stay at home all the time, and clean and cook as you please. I’m human, I don’t want and need to be doing all this all the time. Would you want to do all this that you are putting on me? I don’t think so. The other thing that bothers me is how you still think I’m a little girl. Dad, I’m turning 16 in 4 weeks and within about 2 years, I’ll be graduating. You say all the time, “You’re too young to be going here. You’re too young to be doing that.” Really? You expect me to be trapped inside the house my whole life? Okay yeah because that’s exactly what you’d want to be doing, too. I mean are you serious. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME. Sometimes you’re like “you’re too little, don’t go to that” and sometimes you’re like “you’re getting older, do this for me.” The whole problem is always with me. You’re never this way with my brothers, but just with me. Yeah yeah, I know. I’m a girl, but the gap of expectations you have for my brothers and me is completely ridiculous. You expect me to receive a 4.0 GPA when they didn’t even get above a 3.5, which is what I have now. You expect me home by like 8 or 9 or something, when they get home at 1 or 2 in the morning sometimes. You expect me to do EVERYTHING RIGHT. I’m human, I make mistakes but I guess you think I’m fucking super-woman-who-can-do-everything-right. It’s like you took all the expectations my brothers didn’t do and put them on me plus the expectations that you already have for me. You’re so fucking stubborn, too. You never listen to what any of us have to say, not even mom’s opinions. And you’re so fucking sexist. You never let mom make any decisions for herself, it’s either you’re way or “get the fuck out of my house.” Everything is your way, you’re like that freaking dictator and we are your slaves. Seriously, it’s impossible to ever change your mind about you reason-less decisions. When we ask as to why you’ve made a decisions, it’s just “I’m done saying what I had to say, leave.” I’m tired of it and I’m honestly tired of everything. All I wanted today was to go to my Tennis Banquet with my whole team, but no. I got home “late” yesterday and I “didn’t tell you” where we were, when my brother and I clearly told you we with friends to Lucky Shoals, went to play pool, and eat at Steak n’ Shake. WE TOLD YOU and you say “I didn’t know about this!!” Are you serious. And we got home a few minutes late when we told you we would be a little late. And I don’t get why you wanted us home at a specific time because me and my brothers have been out later that that before and you’re never yelled like you did yesterday. Everything you say contradicts itself. I’m so tired of all if it. 

Knowing who your real friends are helps a lot. You know who you can count on and who you can’t. You don’t have to put up with pointless drama and you can always count on having a good time when you’re with them.

I love that feeling of when you first start liking someone. 

Omg, I can not stand negative people sometimes. SMILE. BAKE A CAKE. FROLIC IN A MEADOW. SOMETHING. 

I fucking hate when I’ve already apologized to someone or agreed with them, but then they keep bringing up the subject again. Like wtf, the topic is done. Go somewhere with that. 

Omg, that made my night. The small things definitely are the best. :) 

People are so stupid sometimes. It’s like … are you kidding me? 

It’s okay though because people come and go and I guess it’s time for you to go. 

I really like guys who know how to be a gentlemen. Things like holding a door open for you, paying for you, holding an umbrella for you, giving you their jacket, and stuff like that. I’m not saying they have to do it all the time, but it’s really cute when they do.