do you remember?..

the first time you thought you loved a boy. the first time you said you wanted a baby,. the first thing you wanted to be when you got older. do you remember your first sleep over? do you remember your first party? do you remember your first teacher? do you remember your first fight? do you remember your first step? do you remember your first breathe? do you remember the days? you know the days when nothing could hurt you more than a scraped knee, and the days mommy and daddy always told you they loved you. and they held you when you cried. when the only people who picked on you were your siblings. when you could just run around in your underwear. when you could take cute pictures in the bathtub(ha). when you could where whatever you wanted and no one cared. when your mother dressed you, and no body would laugh?. do you remember the days where you couldnt make mistakes because there was none to be made? do you remember those days? or did you forget the days that were the best, the days that yu always wished you could be older, the days you couldn't wish tell you had more privaledges, let me ask you this? do you remember how it felt when you first got your heart broken? when you and your mom first faught? when your dad was first disapointed. when your friends turned there back on you? do you remember all that? So, did you make the right wish, do you really think you wanted to be older? or were you just caught up in your own stupidity.

something that i learned;
You needa find a guy you can trust, if you can't trust him, you really can't love him,. And there such thing as a second chance but if he keeps messing up and hurting you he really doesn't respect you, and if he tells other what you tell him he really doesn't care about you. and if he asks for sex the first couple times you talk he's using, But if he hurts you once, and comes back to you crying and begging for more, he's a real man. He really does need you. He really does love you. If he keeps your secrets he more than cares about you, he knows whats right for you. If he doesn't ask for sex, he really is in love with you. and if he trys to never hurt you he really does respect you.
something that i wrote,
Why is it, that we hurt the people who love us, and love the people who hurt us. Why is it, we won’t let go of the people who hurt us the most, put we’ll just walk away from the ones who love us?. Why is that life is so unfair, and someone always gets the short end of the stick?. Why can’t everything be fair, and all the sticks be the same length?. Why can’t we stop racism, and sexism and why can’t we just stop being prejudice? Why can’t we just love everyone, and all get along. Why can’t we live our lifes the way we want too, without always being told No? why can’t we just all be friends.? Why can’t people see what they do to other people when they continuously talk shit about them?. Why should it matter if someone is fat or skinny?. Why should it matter, if someone is beautiful on the outside or not?. Let me tell you something some people blame our generation for the way we are today, but they never ever, stop to think about who raised us. The moment you are born, your parents teach you stuff, they can either teach you to love or hate, to succeed or to fail. It doesn’t just so beautiful on the outside people see you are, what counts is what’s on the in side. And do you think being racist, and sexist and prejudice, and judgmental, makes you very pretty? No, I didn’t think so. So if we know this why do we insist on hurting the ones around us? The ones who really care? The ones who would never leave us? The ones who really truly love us? I’ll tell you why, because we’re humans, and we make mistakes.