I was in third grade and it was some girl’s birthday, so she’d brought in donuts. We were singing to her right after she passed them out, and all of a sudden, I jumped up, screamed “I’M GONNA THROW UP!” and ran out of the room and puked in the hall.
Kind of old, but it’s always the first thing I think of.
1-my best friends are. 2- What I hate most about myself. 3- What I love most about myself. 4- What I’m really good at. 5- What I’m really bad at. 6- Biggest turn ons. 7- Biggest turn offs. 8- What I want to be when I get older. 9- My relationship with my sibling(s). 10- My relationship with my parents. 11- My idea of a perfect date. 12- My biggest pet peeves. 13- A description of the girl I like. 14- A description of the person I dislike the most. 15- A reason I’ve lied to a friend. 16- Where I have lived before. 17- A description of the family I want to have when I’m older. 18- What my greatest achievements are. 19- What I hate the most about school. 20- How my last kiss when down. 21- Most embarrassing moment. 22- What my last text message says. 23- What words upset me the most. 24- What words make me the best about myself. 25- A description of my self-esteem. 26- A description of my best friend. 27- The reason behind my last break up. 28- My favourite songs right now. 29- A wish that I’ve wished for repeatedly on 11:11. 30- An internal conflict I have with myself. 31- The meanest thing anyone has ever said to me. 32- The sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
this should be eay since theyre all twinks lol
What is this oh my lord you little-
I don’t even know just kill Joe and the other two are interchangeable but Joe pisses me off the most. Y’know what, I’ll marry Bieber for the money since it doesn’t really necessarily require physical interaction. And there’s always divorce.
I should probably give you one but I have no idea who to say… hm…
That child is not sad. That child is not angry. That child is not wondering what kind of life he could of lived. That child does not think, “Mother, why did you not love me? That child is not thinking at all.
The only people it immediately affects, are the parents. It’s their decision, no one else’s.
All I want is that one person. That one person who will never leave even if we argue at times. That one person who would only love me even more. That one person who would raise children with me. That one person who would still give me those big, tight hugs. That one person who would live in the same house with me. That one person who will sleep next to me in bed every night. That one person who would be there for me when I'm at my most vulnerable. I just want that one person there with me until the day I die...