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It’s the way he makes you smile. How every joke he tells you is hilarious. How he can annoy the hell out of you one second, and make you feel like someone special the next. The way he says your name even makes you get though life. You start catching yourself looking his way more often, hoping he’s looking at you too. Then you start getting nervous whenever you talk to him. His instant messages become more meaningful to you, even if you cant remember what he was talking about, or if it was anything important at all. That you were too busy choosing what outfit to wear to school the next day, or whether he’d notice at all. You see his face everywhere, not just at school. And you think about him more and more often each day. Suddenly, the pieces all start making sense and you realize - you’re truly in love.
Thanks to those who hated me, you made me a stronger person. Thanks to those who loved me, you made my heart grow fonder. Thanks to those who envied me, you made my self-esteem grow stronger. Thanks to those who cared, you made me feel important. Thanks to those who entered into my life, you made me who I am today. Thanks to those who left, you showed me that nothing lasts forever. Thanks to those who stayed, you showed me true friendship.
Being a teenage girl means: Looking as hot as hell to just walk the dog, listening to your iPod while you dance in your underwear, randomly singing your favorite song, sleeping until 2pm, giving makeovers to all your friends, tanning on the roof, waving to people out of the sun-roof of your car, buying jewelry you will never wear from Claire’s, saying girly words all the time (like omg and whatever!), wearing short skirts, pushing your best friend into the pool, screaming “you’re hott!” out the car window to a boy, taking pictures with all your friends, jumping on your bed while talking on the phone, staying up all night just to regret it the next day, stalking a hot guy at the mall with your friends, taking a story and turning it into some huge scene.
Cute is when you peek up at me with that goofy half-smile, glance over my shoulder, and after a fraction of a second to return to lock my gaze, and your lips stretch into a deeper crescent. Sexy is when you stride up to me, your long legs drumming that perfect background beat, words forming on your lips with a disruptive type of relevance, and your half-cocked eyebrow inclining in my direction. Hot is when your hair is still halfway damp from your early-morning shower, and the strands adhere themselves to the tip of your neck, and as you raise your backpack, the muscles in your arms glide beneath your skin before you turn to face me. Stunning is when you position yourself next to me in a casually deliberate pose, and then follows me out the back door, with your loping gait aligning with your laughter at my “silly” antics. Gorgeous is when you look down, nodding empathetically, searching for the most accurate portrayal of your feelings, as you move your hands towards mine. Sensational is when you say my name and your deep tone reverberates through my bone marrow, starts shivers down my spine. There’s not a word in the English language that isn’t tinted with you. There is no vowel that doesn’t carry the image of your face.
—  Unknown 
I’m a teenage girl:I have my good days and my bad days, & sometimes I take it out on others.When my iPod is blasting, the rest of the world gets tuned out.There’s a boy that I can’t seem to stop thinking about.
[he’s the reason I look forward to school everyday]I can’t go a day without saying or doing something silly.I truly don’t know what I’d do without my friends-[they know how to make me happy and are always there for me]I can be stubborn, bitchy, and a little clueless at times,
& sometimes, in one day, dozens of things go wrong..But when I step back and look at things clearly,I realize how much I truly appreciate life, with every imperfection,I know that I’m still young, I know I have alot to learn,and I don’t want to grow up too fast.
—  Unknown