SammySuicide

iwannaloveyou

SillyFrench

Psychosocial

brittanybank

Hailey Jai

Shaynababeyy

Mindfreak.

Hello. My name is Samantha, over half the people I know call me Sammy. I am old enough. My birthday is October 30. I've seen and been though enough to know how to take care of myself. We're all going to be on our own at some point in our lives. Mommy and Daddy are going to die some time. Some people are like that. Others, like myself, was pushed into adulthood. There wasn't any teaching or pointers. It's basically like having a blind fold on and walking down a road. Soon that road is going to turn into a cliff and since no one is going to tell you anything, your going to go over the edge- just pray that you will either land on your feet or you have a para-shoot.



I'm simple but highly complex. It doesn't take much to please me. I don't like people spending money on me. I hate it. If I want it then I should be able to pay for it. Well, at least that is what my Mother taught me. If you are nice to me then I will be nice to you. I don't have a problem with any one unless they have a problem with me when I have done nothing wrong or when they fu** with people that I care about. There are very few people that I would do anything for. Those people are Liz, Chris, Allen, My Uncle Sean and Will. They mean a lot to me. I don't want to see them hurt.



Coffee. Cigarettes. Friends. Animals. Walking. The beach. School. Writing. The computer. Music. Skating. Arguments. Long car rides. Irritation. Cleaning. Weird conversations. Smoking. Drinking. Dancing (when no one is watching). Reading. Keeping a straight face. A smile. A laugh. Candy. Good food. Bomb fires. Smores. Cake fights. Texting. These are the elements that make up my life.



Allen:It's very hard to describe how this man makes me feel. His laugh brings a smile to my face. His blue eyes seem to pierce through my being. His voice is so smooth. Just hearing his voice on the other end of the phone brightens my day. Every time his finger tips touch my flesh it leaves behind a trail of fire and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I get goose bumps on my arms and legs when our skin touches. I anticipate seeing him during the day or night. He is caring and kind. Gentle with an edge. I love talking to him; being around him. When I'm in his arms I feel safe, like nothing could possibly hurt me. Every time I place my head on his chest and hear his heart beating I smile because it is just a reminder that he is real.