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today i want to talk about the phrase “it gets better”

because guess what. sometimes it doesn’t get Better. All the way better.

but guess what. it also does get Better. it gets better. kind of.

this post is dedicated to the boy who said that i am “proof it doesn’t get better.”

what i should have told him: fuck you.
what i told him: gosh thanks sweetie, fuck you

what i should have said: you don’t know me. you don’t know where i have been, or where i am now, or where i want to be.
what i said: don’t pretend to understand what you can’t know. how my mind is a labyrinth and i was locked in the center, in a small quiet room, the eye of the storm if you will.

what i should have said: true recovery is never linear, never a straight upwards slope. you are not a mathematical equation. you are human. you are nature. you breathe into your lungs what fuels forest fires. you are not a number that can be put into a grid, you are not a statistic, you are not a point on a line chart, you are a person.
what i said: i broke open the door at the center of this labyrinth full of Doors. behind this door was a feather bed with memory foam pillows. it was almost comfortable. it was heavy. yeah, seriously, it was almost really comfortable, when i didnt mind the whole swallowed-by-my-bed thing, or the whole brain-encased-in-cement-like-pillow-that-grows-harder-and-harder-and-harder-to escape-the-longer thing. i looked like a beetle on its back. a beetle thinking about trying to get up, arms treading air hopelessly. i hope you laugh at that image. because yeah. it felt peaceful, and comfortable, and hilarious that i’d even think to struggle my way out of this silence. but i did. i did i did i did i did

BETTER WILL LOOK DIFFERENT ON EVERYONE.

for some, yeah. better will be a life totally free of mental illness. amazing. it could be you. it might not be. but it could be. the teenage brain is a complicated thing, and sometimes mental illnesses, like depression and anxiety, are the products of chemicals that over or under produce. the developing brain is capable of balancing itself out. scientifically speaking, there is a reasonably high chance that a teenager with depression or anxiety will recover in early to mid adulthood.

IT WILL GET BETTER.

for some, better will look a shit ton like worse. mental illness will stick around, it will be something you live with for a long time. this is more likely true if you develop a disorder in your later teens or early twenties (but no one can use this as an indicator). having said that, apparently even people with personality disorders have a chance of emergence after about ten years. sometimes a sticky mental illness will only arrive in bouts. it will not be constant. your life will know better seasons.

IT WILL STILL GET BETTER.

and a lot worse, but it will always always always always get better. if you have experienced joy, you will experience joy again. there’s no reason you won’t. if it was possible before. it happened. it was real, and so were you.

what i should have said: the better you become at lifting weights, the lighter they do not become. you run track, boy. you keep pushing to run further, faster. and this pain, your heaving lungs and shaking legs, you take it with you. it tells you if it was worth it… they always get you there.
what i said: with every door i break down, comes another breed of monster. the further i get from the center, i think the labyrinth is more and more afraid of losing me to peace, to joy, to myself. it is a selfish thing, these walls, they love me more dearly than you ever will love anyone. the further i go, the tighter it grips into my shoulders, the more the void begs me to stay, the sharper the teeth of the wolves behind every door. when i kill a monster, i yank out its teeth, cracking blood over my hands, and i use the teeth like knives. i break down another door, and the new wolf smells blood. sometimes i can barely hear the murmur of the ocean, or see the slip of the mountains, but the glimpse through a threadlike crack in the wall is enough. i’m coming, i whisper to them. my strikes of light. im coming im coming im coming

sometimes better looks likes worse. sometimes better is learning exactly what is eating at you, what triggers you, what the root problem is, and confronting them with guns in your hands. it hurts. it’s a huge struggle. but in a way, this can be “better.” staring it in the face and fighting will always be better. talking about it will always be better. always. fighting always looks uglier. 

sometimes better looks ugly. like seeing the ugly. like letting others see your ugly. letting friends, family, strangers, or doctors or therapists see your ugly. sometimes better looks like being loved despite all your ugly. 

sometimes better looks like crouching on the floor, crying and begging god to heal you. at least you’re finally asking someone other than yourself.

BETTER LOOKS LIKE AT LEAST IM TRYING A LITTLE BIT.

what i should have said: TODAY FEELS LIKE SHIT. TELL ME IT DOES. GRIEVE WITH ME. I GOT UP THIS MORNING AND I WASHED MY HAIR. I EVEN PUT ON LOTION. IT SMELLED LIKE LAVENDER. I SMELL LIKE LAVENDER. I SMELL LIKE GROWING THINGS. I MADE MYSELF A CUP OF TEA AND WENT BACK TO BED. I DRANK TEA. IN BED. I EVEN GOT OUT MY NOTEBOOK. I DIDNT WRITE IN IT, BUT I THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I’D WRITE. I GOT TO WORK. I GET TO WORK EVERY DAY. IT’S ALL THE INTERACTION I HAVE ENERGY FOR RIGHT NOW, BUT I DID IT. I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT I SLEPT FOR A WHOLE FIVE HOURS ISNT THAT GREAT? I KEPT BREATHING EVEN THOUGH IT FELT LIKE THEY WERE FILLED WITH CEMENT. ISNT THAT GREAT? ISNT THAT GREAT? IM ALIVE ISNT THAT GREAT? IM STILL HERE. WONT YOU CELEBRATE THAT WITH ME. WONT YOU TELL ME GOOD JOB. I SURVIVED. I PUT ON MY CHAPSTICK. MY LIPS AREN’T BLEEDING TODAY. I DID IT. I DID IT. I DID IT.
what i said: ye u right 

sometimes better looks like understanding yourself, and knowing how to cope. sometimes better is not being able to get out of bed, but still being there to lie there. sometimes better is learning to avoid your triggers. sometimes better looks pathetic and ugly to the world around you, but it is contentedness in where you are, and giving yourself the grace to gently grow better.

sometimes better is only patience and grace and forgiveness and quiet mornings where you know you can start the clock over again.

sometimes better looks like ugly catharsis embraced. sometimes better looks like screaming. sometimes better looks like coping.

BETTER LOOKS LIKE SCARS.

this is not to say you need to hurt yourself, this is to say whatever hurt you have experienced, it is yours and you have felt it and it will heal in some way, somehow. even if it is visible. even if it is ugly. the ugly is beautiful, they tell stories of your resilience, stories of grace. you do not need physical scars to have a story. you only need the breath in your lungs.

IT GETS BETTER.

you figure out how to live. you learn how to cope. you let people surround you, one person, or five. you let your hands be held. you let them hold your shoulders up, when you can’t. you embrace them when they can’t imagine it. you exist for each other.

you don’t do It.

IT GETS BETTER.

you cannot see this future ahead of you. the future is an open highway at five in the morning, with the sun coming up. the earth is round, you can see the horizon. you never know. you never FUCKING know. yeah, dude. there might be a car crash waiting for you. or a beach. or a beautiful sunset. or a hitchhiker who changes your life. four years ago i was a junior in high school, and i had endless panic attacks over the future. i had absolutely no plan whatsoever, and i am still terrified. but i have a plan now. and it’s a good one. one i never ever saw coming. but it’s an open window in april. maybe it feels like sunshine, or a rainy baptism, or a brewing storm prickling my skin with electricity. sometimes the future almost kills me. i don;t know if i’ll go out the window, or if i’ll stay inside. i feel every emotion every day, and i am terrified, and i am hurt and bruised, but sometimes i’m glad i’m here to be terrified. i still want to die, every day, but every day that i stay, i prove to myself that i can. and the earth sometimes opens up the clouds while she rains, and there are rainbows across the sky. when i can’t find the rainbows, when im crying or panicking or lonely or suicidal: i rub my eyes, and there, i see a glimpse of the color. so maybe this is what god meant by promises. i don’t know. 

BETTER BELONGS TO YOU. DO NOT LET A SHITHEAD DICTATE WHAT IT SAYS.

boy, if you’re reading this, and it hurts, okay. now you almost know how it felt. i hope this helps you feel like you’re getting better. that you’re proof it gets better. because lord knows, we don’t need me to be the example for it to be true.

He’s Not Real- Part Five

Tags: @skeletoresinthebasement @assbutt-still-in-hell @bluecookiesandbooks @lemonadegazeelle @spn67-sister @xiahbeepark33 @imjusthereforsupernatural @zeusmyster @mogaruke @caederu

A/N: sorry for the wait guys! I uploaded to my phone bc my tablet wasn’t working but the tags didn’t load, so I didn’t want to post. But its here now! Send me an ask if you wanted to be tagged:) Also apparently I have over 900 followers??? Wtf??? IM SO EXCITED!!! THANK YOU to very one who’s helped me out:) I might just do a celebration🤔🤔🤔 we’ll see😉

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four


Another scream shattered the silence of the night while the boys and Bobby worked to find a cure. Dean took a lot of walks. Sam’s face never softened. Bobby drank.

It was a long night.

“You boys better be getting some sleep,” Bobby sighed, shutting closed yet another book. “You ain’t no help to Y/N if you’re brain dead.”

“M’fine, Bobby,” Sam muttered as he flipped through more pages. The purple moons stamped under his eyes said differently, though. There were empty beer bottles littering the floor where his feet were, unmoving, as he read book after book on everything Bobby had. The old man sighed.

"Listen,” he started. “I get that you’re worried for Y/N, but do you really think that she’s gonna get back at it if you two are-”

"We’re doing everything we can, Bobby,” Dean snapped from the kitchen, slamming a book on the counter. “If you don’t care about Y/N and you’re too tired, go on up and go to sleep. Me and Sam? We actually give a damn about what happens to her. You should too. You could do her at least this solid, seeing everything she’s done for you.” Bobby twitched, face hardening from where he sat.

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I was tagged by @ilgattopatata​ thanks! this is exactly what i needed rn as a distraction not to feel down

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they are working on. This can be anything!

- my job is getting easier as im learning stuff, so i feel more comfortable there, although its still exhausting, i would rather stay away from people but at least during summer i heard theres never much customers.

- i will have some vacation soon, so im hoping to read some books, and even tho i have now evenings free im just always tired even if i want to read..

- i want to really start again learning some language, probably spanish, and start working out again..

- because its pride month, (and we dont celebrate it here, and only one irl friend know about me, but its still really great to see more positive posts on dash etc,) so i created like a list of what books ive read, or movies/tv shows ive seen, that are lgbt, or if i just learn more about some of the things concerning lgbt community. so that is going pretty great!

- i finally fixed the problem why my posts didnt show up in tags, its been so frustrating for the past few months, it discouraged me from making edits, besides being tired, but i found it in settings and i feel stupid not looking there sooner, but im glad i did it anyway now, so i will probably go back to make again more gifs/edits

- im so excited about the new voltron season, but the fandom is really annoying…

- ive been rereading jughead new comics today, and just having in general lot of feels about aroace jughead!

- im sad yesterday was the snk s2 finale.. i want to hope the next season could be next year but i have my doubts. also i should catch up again with the manga, where the few like 10 chapters still confuses me…

im tagging: (if you want to ofc) @twomillionfreckles, @eradne, @ughkirschtein, @skychasingdreamer, @cryopods, @roah, and @ravenboyparrish

Big mood

Its raining… It sounds so relaxing.
I’ve paused OITNB and now just vibing to some vaporwave.
It makes me want to put on a pair of Rollerblades and hulahoop at the same time.
I can’t help but think about how unnatural I’d look. I wish dancing came easy to me. I wish I did it a lot more.
Girls are so awesome. This month I have been getting knocked out by our amazing strengths.
This rain, at this time of day. Im so content but also wishing I could be sharing this mood with someone right now.
Today is her birthday, everyones gathered to celebrate and here I am, alone.
Choices, man.
I wonder what I gotta say to get invited to one of those bonfires. Is that water really that safe to swim in? It does look healing… I wish we made it to the beach. We were so close.
And so now what can I eat for dinner? NGL, all I really want is like… Fruit. Cherries, plums, peaches, grapes, strawberries… All sliced up and ready to drop into my mouth.

I don't deserve you- Nate Maloley

where we’re at some party and boys will be checking me out and he gets jealous? And maybe little fight between him and they boy, because I think Nate would be this kind of boyfriend tbh O.o What do you think? Oh and I’ll take care of him later, like cleaning the blood and calming him down and they rest of the boys could be there too - in the club  maybe? I don’t know, I just kinda like the idea haha!

Here you have babe, I hope you like my little twist on the story and keep sending me requests! Enjoy!!! <3

So me, sammy, the jacks and my boyfriend Nate are going out tonight to celebrate Johnson’s birthday.

Y/n: Cmon guys you always complain about me taking ages to get ready look who’s taking forever now. * I said standing in the hallway waiting for the boys to be done*

Sam: we’ll be down soon just give us a minute.

Y/N: hurry the f*** up gash Im waiting in the car *I said while heading to the car*

Finally after 15min the boys came out and jumped into the car. I was the one driving cuz Im the only one that doesn’t drink… We arrived at the club and got in, the boys paid a bit extra to get VIP. A couple of drinks and shots later the boys was all drunk af and I was the one taking care of al of them.

Y/N: Nate baby do you wanna dance with me.

Nate: No I wanna take another shot *he said wobbling*

Y/N: No you’ve had enough *I screamed over the loud music and took away the shot from him*. This got Nate very pissed so he called me a bitch. That was when I realized that I came to have fun and disappered into the dancing crowd. I was dancing and enjoying myself when I felt two hands wrap around my waist. I thought that was Nate so I didn’t mind turning around. 10sec later I looked down at the hands and didn’t see any of Nates tattos so I tried so hard to pull away from the grip but I failed, this person was so strong. Out of the blue I felt the hands being ripped away from around me and my struggle the get free was over. Nate pushed the mysterious guy to off of me. He attacked the guy and started beating.

Y/N: NATE ENOUGH STOOOP! * I screamed watching nate losing his control* I got in to try and stop nate, I thought that maybe if I get inbetween them he won’t hit the guy but I was dead wrong. Without noticing me Nate throw another punch and I hit me Instead of the guy. The punch was so strong that it made me dizzy and I lost my balance and fell. The guys held Nate back from the Guy and the club security guards took out Nate and the guys and maked sure that me and the poor guy was okay.

I got into the car and drove home. On the way I started to get very anxious. I didn’t know what is going to happen now but nate hit me. I was scared, scared that nate may hurt me again. I got a little panic attack stepping out of the car and heading to the front door. I opened the door and stepped in, and noticed that all the guys was sitting in the livingrrom.

Y/N: how did you guys come home?

Gilinsky: we took the cab. Y/N how are you feelin’?

Y/N: Im fine you can leave, all of you * I said looking at nate*

Johnson: But Y/N you have to hear him out. *I nodded as all the boys walked out* Nate got up from the couch and started walking torwards me*. He looked more sober now. I knew that he didn’t wanted to hurt me but I was still scared so I backed, he stopped and looked at me. Nate: y/n I didn’t mean to hurt you, I didn’t see you, I lost control over my body when I saw you dancing with that guy. Y/n: I wasn’t dancing with him, at first I thought it was you but 2 sec later when I noticed that the hands didn’t have any tattos and that he didn’t smell like you I struggled to get his hand off of me. Nate: I just lost it when I saw another guy touching my girl. Im sorry for hurting you I really didn’t mean it and I will never lay a hand on you ever again, I just don’t know what got into me Im sorry I jus.. Y/n: I know Nate: you know? Y/n: yeah skatie I know that you didn’t intend to hurt me and it was kinda my own fault that I got in between you guys I was just afraid that you would kill that guy but just promise me that you won’t act like that again cuz what happened out there scared the shit out of me and please don’t drink to much cause you turn into a bitch when you’re drunk. Nate: haha I love you princess and I pinky promise that I won’t act like that ever again. Im so sorry. I ran into Nate’s big arms and hugged him so tight when I noticed that he have blood running down his neck. Y/n: baby you’re bleeding, lets clean you up. *I got the first aid kit and started cleaning Nate’s scar when he saw the bruise on my cheek from the punch. Nate: oh my goodness did I hit you that hard? Y/n: your punch made me dizzy and I fell if you didn’t notice that babe. Nate: oh shit Im so sorry y/n I will never do that ever again omg you have all the right to hate me, even I hate myself for hurting you. Im so ashamed of myself. I don’t deserve you y/n! You deserve someone better than me, someone who will treat you right and never lay a hand on you. Y/n: apology accepted and don"t say that nate. I want you and only you got it! Now give me a kiss to heal my bruise. *Nate kissed me and we went to bed* Nate: y/n do you hate me? Y/n: no nate I don’t hate you Nate: are you afraid of me? Y/n: no nate Im not can you just stop blaming yourself it was 50% my fault for getting hurt, I got in the middle which was a bad move from me now stop blaming yourself and cuddle me boiii!! * I said as I buried my face in his chest* Nate: Im sorry princess , I’ll make it up to you and I adore you! I FRICKING LOVE YOU DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, you drive me crazy and no one gets to lay their hands on MY GIRL understand it and If someone does then I’ll make sure he’ll dig his own grave. Y/n: I love you my little crazy serial killer! Nate: I would kill for you. Y/n: mmhmm *I said while drifting of to sleep* Nate kissed my forehead and whispered goodnight, then he tried to get up cuz he was still so ashamed of what he did to me and he thought that he didn’t deserve me but I grabed his hand before he could leave and told him to stay so he just got back in and cuddled me.

10

get to know me: [3/5] tv shows ★ girl meets world (2014 - present)

‘friends, family, and all you other subterranean mole people. we’re here today to celebrate riley being riley. now, some may call this a new york city subway pass. but you, riley, can consider this a ticket to the world.

RT Community quickdraw!

Hello one and all of the RT, AH, and RVB fan base my name is tyler and i would like to create a fan base quickdraw. For those of you who don’t know quick draw is a RT Sponser show where pat takes different members from roosterteeth and draws a picture of their choosing while answering a series of questions from the community. I would like to do something similar, i will be choosing prominent members from the fandom and draw a picture at their request while they answer any question you may have for them. I feel this could be a nice way to bring attention to certain members of the fanbase and bring us all a little closer.

And im happy to say that the first subject of the RT community quickdraw is non other than the great synnesai! you can find her tumblr here  http://synnesai.tumblr.com/  

so now all i need from you dear community is questions! please email at rtcomunityquickdraw@gmail.com you have for her and i will be sure to get her answers. you can also email me for suggestions for the next guest or ask to be on yourself.

lets celebrate one of the greatest communities out there ya’ll

(as of right now i want to stream on the 29th will vary depending on schedualing between me and synne)

anonymous asked:

Sandra!!!! i just came out as gay to my best friend im 22 it's the first time i talk abt it to anyone ever and idk i feel so great and weird and amazing and she was a sweetheart abt it and she made me laugh and!!!! idk needed to yell at somebody and saw you were answering stuff so i thought (actually not thinking right now) why not celebrate u getting anon back on! anyway!!! happy!!!! (i think i deserve a thranduil pic ok)

HOLY SHIT IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!!!! This is such a big step I’m internally screaming over here this is one of the best messages I ever received it means so much to me

HAVE LOTS OF THRANDUIL and lots of love from me ur a very brave person and I wish you all the best in the future

k tbh i have no idea what’s going on with louis/baby at the moment and im glad i stepped back a while ago because now i can focus on what’s really important.

niall is missing in australia and in like 3 days they’ll announce the cast of australia’s ‘im a celebrity get me out of here’ and i SWEAR to GOD niall is one of the contestants.

THEY’RE GONNA PUT NIALL IN THE AFRICAN JUNGLE ARE YOU GUYS READY FOR THIS???

Cameron Dallas Imagine - Holidays pt. 2

CLICK HERE FOR PART 1 http://cash-is-bae.tumblr.com/post/95283718865/cameron-dallas-imagine-holidays

Okay guys, so I decide to continue with this story, hope you like it

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“Tell us” Taylor said while all of you were swimming in the pool.
“What?"you asked confused.
"Who is your favorite guy from magcon” he asked laughing.
“ I don’t know, I love all of you guys”
“Come on, you know you like one more”
“Okay, yeah. But I don’t want to say it”
“Ohhhh the rest of them are not going to be mad. You can say your favorite, don’t worry” Matt said.
All of you laughed but he didn’t. He was so serious.
“Well. Okay..l’ll tell you. But please, don’t get mad” you breathed slowly “I’m a cash girl"you said smiling.
"Aggghhh” everybody screamed except Nash and Cam.
You looked with one of your eyes at Cam. He was smiling looking at you. You smiled too.
“Yayyy. Now I like you more” Nash told you touching you a shoulder.
“I’m sorry guys but you can’t get mad” you laughed.
“Okay, okay. So tell us, you are english, right?"Hayes asked.
"Yeah, I’m from London. I went here for summer. It was my dream. So… yeah. I’m 15 years old, by the way” you said going out of the pool again.
“Wow.. just 15?” Cam asked going out of the pool too. The water was cold.
“Yeah, what is the problem?” you aked confused.
“I thought you were older. You know, you are mature” he said. He wasn’t looking at your faace. Your face burned in fire.
“Are you looking at my boobs?!"you asked angry.
"No! I’m not looking at your boobs! I’m just looking at you!” he said hysterical.
“Oh my god, Cameron, you are! Stop it!”
“Well, now I’m looking at your boobs but it’s because you said I was looking at your boobs so I looked!!”
His face was so red, like yours. The other guys were swimmimg so they just couldn’t here your conversation.
“Okay but stop it now. Look at that tree!"so he did it.
You went to your hammock and got your dress. It was one of your favorites. "Oh come on y/n! Don’t get mad!” Cam exclamed grabbing your arm.
“I’m not mad. It’s just… Now it’s awkward”
“Im sorry, it’s just, you are so young” he said sadly.
“And? Maybe for you I’m young, for the other guys, I’m not. For me, you are old”
“Hey guys! What happens?” Nash asked with his cute smile.
“Nothing. Nash, do you think I’m young?”
“No, you look normal! By the way, can we take a selfie?” he asked me looking for his phone.
“Sure! But I don’t know why, you are the celebrity here!"you laughed.
All the guys were now out of the pool, with their towels. Cam went with them and he left you alone.
Nash came again. He opened the app snapchat and surrounded you by the waist. You kissed him in the cheek for the pic. You didn:t want to look at the camera, many people was going to watch that selfie if he posted it on snapchat.
"Thank you” he smiled.
“Can I take one too with my phone?” you asked grabbing your phone.
“Of course!”
In this one you looked to the camera. You wanted to post it on instagram.
“Thanks Nash!”
You went again with the guys. You didn’t talk. They were talking about the tour and people you didn’t know so you decided to post the selfie now on instagram. You writed ‘So happy to met this cutie♡ @nashgrier’
After like three minutes, you received a message from y/f/n
'wtf?! ARE YOU WITH NASH F***ING GRIER?!?!’
'Yeah, I’m with all the guys now. They are in my hotel. They are so funny!’
'OMG IS THIS A JOKE?! I’M CRYING, OMG THE TEARS ARE REAL! PLEASE TAKE A SELFIE WITH ALL THE GUYS PLEASE!’
'Okay, okay, wait!’
“Hey guys, can we take a selfie? my friend wants it”
“Sure!” Jack G said taking your phone.
He has a long arm, so he was the perfect one for it.
You smiled, standing between Jack G and Hayes.
“Thankss”
“y/n we were thinking and, do you want to come with us to the magcon tour?” Matt asked with a big smile.
“Oh my god that would be amazing. Are you serious, guys?”
“Yeah, we want you to come with us” Cameron told you.
You couldn’t help but smiled. You almost cried, you were so nervous. It was going to be an amazing summer.
'omg y/n you are the luckiest! Look at them, they are so cute!!’ your friend said in a message.
'I know, and tomorrow I’ll go with them to the tour!!“
'OMG LOOK AT NASH AND HAYES’ SNAPCHATS!’
You looked at it so fast. First you looked at Nash’s. It was your selfie. The text was: 'look at this beautiful girl♡’
Then you looked at Hayes’. It was: 'she is my girlfriend(joke)’ It was a selfie but you were in the pic, so far away from Hayes, talking with Cam.
*It was when the boobs…*
Your face turned red.
"Wasup, y/n?” Hayes asked.
“Nothing!"you said hysterical.
"Okay…”
{1 hour later- 2p.m.}
“I’m hungry!!!"Shawn said touching his stomach.
"Yeah me too. I want to go to McDonalds!"Carter told you.
"Yayy, me too. Do you want to come, y/n” Nash asked you moving his eyebrows.
You thought about it. The didn’t say nothing about going out of the hotel. And you wanted to go with them.
“Sure, I love McDonalds. Basically, chicken nuggets are my life"you aswered laughing.
You went to your room. You got a white top, and pink jeans. You put a little of make up and went with the boys.
The McDonalds was so close to the hotel, so you weren’t worried.
When you got outside of the hotel. There were like ten fans screaming. You were a little scared. Jack J and Taylor were at your sides. They took a lot of photos of you and screamed: "Who is her?!” a lot of times.
You went in a limo, it was so big. You felt like a celebrity, with fans, in a limo and with guys that have millions of fans. But you were scared, you were scared of wake up. Maybe all this was only a dream, an amazing dream.


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