to sum you up...
these are my true feelings of lots of random people ((anywhere from work to school from past to present, guys girls and bitches)). each sentence is ment for only one person, even if that person could apply to more than one. don't read in to it if your going to get offended or upset.
i need to tell you;
that you are a bitch and you take advantage of your power, which isn't exactly powerful in the first place.
i love the crazy-under-your-breath comments you make about everyone that walks in front of you.
sometimes i don't know if you're really listening or just watching me talk, but you make me laugh.
i don't get you at all.
i don't feel like i have anything to prove to you anymore.
what i wouldn't give to have your charm.
i love your willingness to expiriment with your look.
i want to tell you how amazingly hansom you have become.
i loooooove your way with words.
if i knew your number, and had a little more confidence, i'd call you.
i can't think of anyone i would rather talk to when i feel sad then you.
you mean well.. but i don't know you enough to say anything.
i wish you lived your life for yourself.
you are sheltered, but i understand, and i like you anyway.
i want to kiss you.
i want to travel to a very foreign place with you someday.
i want to say you look like a very attractive.. cave.. man..?
i need to know where you shop for clothes.
yer dumb.
i want to tell you i'm sorry.
i wish i could call you or at least look at you in the eyes with out getting nervous or shy.
i love the veins in your arms, and your hair...cute pants too.
i think you deserve a time out for all the tattling you do.
i'm not just excited for you, i'm really proud you made it so far, and i want you to know i love you.
i need your advise.
ooooookay... it's all out. i've got to move on.
i need to tell you;
that you are a bitch and you take advantage of your power, which isn't exactly powerful in the first place.
i love the crazy-under-your-breath comments you make about everyone that walks in front of you.
sometimes i don't know if you're really listening or just watching me talk, but you make me laugh.
i don't get you at all.
i don't feel like i have anything to prove to you anymore.
what i wouldn't give to have your charm.
i love your willingness to expiriment with your look.
i want to tell you how amazingly hansom you have become.
i loooooove your way with words.
if i knew your number, and had a little more confidence, i'd call you.
i can't think of anyone i would rather talk to when i feel sad then you.
you mean well.. but i don't know you enough to say anything.
i wish you lived your life for yourself.
you are sheltered, but i understand, and i like you anyway.
i want to kiss you.
i want to travel to a very foreign place with you someday.
i want to say you look like a very attractive.. cave.. man..?
i need to know where you shop for clothes.
yer dumb.
i want to tell you i'm sorry.
i wish i could call you or at least look at you in the eyes with out getting nervous or shy.
i love the veins in your arms, and your hair...cute pants too.
i think you deserve a time out for all the tattling you do.
i'm not just excited for you, i'm really proud you made it so far, and i want you to know i love you.
i need your advise.
ooooookay... it's all out. i've got to move on.