submitted:

You know there’s a “thing” in my school which I won’t say “it’s” name, so everyone hates her and she believes she is the best but she is… well… in a non offensive thing… she is a left 0… So the one day I saw her profile pic (which I think it was for me) and it was a black mark pic (you know the one that is like and image and then a big text and then down a little description) well, it said:

Jealous? Feeling Envy?

-YOU know why? Because I’m SO horny, people love me and I’m a better person than you GURL!

And then I was like JElous? Feeling Envy? ME? Of YOU? Ha’ tell me where over pluto where “things” of your type are considered NORMAL.

Never get along with “things” like that, we have to be nice with the most needed ones and it seems not only with money but REAL love and NOT IMAGINARY friends ;) …

my reply:

dont be bothered by her. as a matter of fact dont even mind her…coz if she sees that nobody cares…she’ll stop and realize that no body gets affected of whatever she is doing.

©Copyright - by Jeannette Gardner (December, 2007)

A Story of Love Destined to Be!

I want to share this story to give others hope that it’s never too late to find true love!  I hope my story will inspire many others to not give up. I was fifty-one when I found my “soul mate”!

This is a ‘true story’ about how I met my Husband on a dating site on the Internet. It’s the unbelievable story behind it that’s truly amazing of fate and destiny!

Years ago I used to hang out at a bar called Club Palomino when a band called “ Cheyenne ” played, because I was crazy about the guitarist. I’d drag my friends along and dance, making eyes up at him the whole time. I was trying to work up the courage to talk to the guy, but he was always with this one blonde girl, so I constantly chickened out. The club eventually closed down, and that era kind of came to an end.

A few years later I got married, which was a mistake, and ended in divorce. When I wanted to get back into the romantic market, a friend told me I should try internet dating. I went out with a few men, but didn’t click with any of them, and sort of gave up. Then one day I got an email from an interesting guy; we starting talking regularly online and found that we had a lot in common. I told him I used to hang out at Club Palomino about fifteen years ago, and he said his band used to play there. I was like, “Yeah, right,” so he sent me a photo titled, “ Cheyenne ”. I freaked! This was the guitarist from my favourite band!

We decided to meet up, and the minute we saw each other we just started laughing. He remembered watching me dancing at the club when he was onstage. It was a strange sensation to be on a date with someone I’d had such a huge crush on when I was younger – exciting and familiar at the same time.

Turns out he had been married to the blonde girl for eight years, but they went through a brutal divorce. He told me that she was “bad news” and that I should have approached him the first time I saw him at the club. It’s funny how life is – I guess it just wasn’t meant to be back then. We’ve been together since 2003, and got married in 2009. Life is great; we’re always laughing and playing music together.

The cherry on top of this amazing coincidence? We unknowingly bought an apartment opposite the online dating site’s office. The stars have definitely aligned!

How does it feel like when your future seem so unclear to you; when you have a couple of months left…or even less.

How does it feel like waking up everyday, worried that it may be your last?

How does it feel like when you start putting check marks in that bucket list you made?

Yes it sucks at first but then every time the sun sets, you start to appreciate and be thankful that you’ve been given yet another day to enjoy life andto be with your close friends and family. 

When the future seems unsure, every minute counts, and the people you choose to spend those minutes with matters. 

Life is short, learn to appreciate everything that happens, including the bad moments. 

<3 H

missfatty (fatjeta.13@hotmail.com) submitted:

Okay…

This is something that really makes you feel it even if you don’t. This started a year before when I really started knowing what living really means. That time there was a boy everybody liked him but I didn’t not to be like showing off or things like that but I said there’s not anithing special but the difference there was that others liked him and I fell in love…

One day we became friends, we talked simple things and feeling still were hidden. Days were passing than he asked me for a relationship to have more we had but I still didn’t feel sure that I’m really ready for it because, being honest I never had a bf before and I never felt love like that before. He said he loved me and I really started loving him madly but we decided to continue our friendship… It was the best feeling, best thing in my life, and the best thing that made me feeling so happy like that. One summer day we didn’t talk for the hole day. I really didn’t know what’s going on and a day later I understood he started a relationship with his best friend. It was the worst that broke me, it just killed me, and I thought THIS WAS THE END, I can’t live anymore after all those we;ve been through… I just felt pain and just pain nothing else but time tought me with that. And than on January we let’s say became talking again, and he said it was just a big big misunderstanding because of the jealosy he felt when he saw me talking to other guy friends and he just wanted to get littlebit more attention, and we rebuilded our love for the secound time… 

Everything was going perfect, Love was so real, imaginary, we always came together home after school, talked a lot laughed… but best things never last forever. On prewious Saturday he talked me and said I think is better if we just stop right here, continue as simple friends not like this I don’t think this is the right way, I didn’t have another choise and I acccepted. It killed me for the secound time when he quit our long conversations we used to have, our deep looking and looking back to each-other our loving love smiles. And those soft and sweety kisses on cheek. It was really a magic but as people say Love can be magic but magic is Just an illusion. I really don’t know why but now we aren’t even talking as friends and this kills me inside but I should keep continuing anyway with a broken life… 

May Nguyen (maynguyen97@hotmail.com) submitted:

So, me and my best guy friend have been friends since September. We would always talk and seek out for each other in the hallways to hang out before classes. Then in mid-October, my boyfriend had broken up with me and my best friend was there for me. I realized that I was kind of relieved that my relationship was over an I found out why two weeks later, when I went to band camp and was missing my best friend a lot. I looked for him the minute I got back and texted him. Then, I just realized I had feelings for him. The next day, his friends kept trying to get us together so I finally figured out he has feelings for me too. So that one day, we had flirted with each other and acted stupid together. Then he finally asked me to the Halloween Dance happening the next day. And now, nearly five months later, we broke up in December but we still love each other like crazy. We may not be together, but we’re still best friends and I still frigging love him. I wouldn’t have it any other way <3 >///<

creestuhl submitted:

I met this amazing boy, through my best friends’ boyfriend. I haven’t known him for the longest time but I can honestly say that I have fallen in love with him. I live in southern california, and just my luck he lives in northern california. It’s a 6 hour drive, but everything is worth it to see him smile. This last time that we had to say bye, he broke down in tears, this is the hardest relationship that I have ever had to endour. But, I believe that God has put this boy in my life for a reason. All this clicheee lovee stuff, is finally happening to me. And I couldn’t be any happier than I am with him. <3

fabuleusement submitted:

So. I know you might have quite a lot in your inbox but I just want to share my story with you. I hope you enjoy while reading. Oh and sorry if there are any mistakes, I’m from Germany :D Let’s jump in.

So I guess it started when I was in 8th grade.. There was this guy you know and I was really interested in him. He was not like the others. He was pretty quiet and kind of mysterious. One day our seatings get mixed up and I ended up sitting next to him and.. it was fun even though he was pretty shy.

Then, I don’t even remember how it came to this but he bet that I wouldn’t find out who he liked. I accepted and I kind of already know because I’m pretty good when it comes to thing like that, it’s almost kind of scary. So in the afternoon we chatted and I told him my thoughts. He was wondering but yeah we ended up chatting for like three hours. Well, the girl that he liked was my best friend.. and it hurted as hell. But I wanted him to be happy so I gave him advice and all that kinda stuff even though I was nearly breaking. From then on we chatted almost like all day, every day and it was pretty cool and he makes me like him even more. My best friend finally “dated” him and they talked about everything and she told him that she really does like him but just as a friend.. As time passes by he and I became really close and trustful. He became my best friend. He was just always so nice to me.

Then one day, I told him how I feel for him.. and he told me that he’s sorry and that he’s still not over my best friend.. but that he wants to be friends with me. It was terrible. But I kept being his best friend. that time was.. like.. one to two years.

Finally I decided to get rid of the pain and the heartache.. of him. I started to ignore him and .. it worked. I almost started to hate him a bit, well, at least I thought I do. But yeah. Time passes by and I started to miss him and to hate myself for what I’ve done. Oh I forgot to tell you that he was in a relationship with another really good friend of mine.

At the beginning of summer vacation after 9th grade, they broke up. But both were not really upset about it, because it wasn’t like a real relationship it was like best friends with extras. Whatever. So in our dancing-school was public viewing of a soccergame. I sat next to him and I just “docked” my head against his shoulder and he looked at me and said “Doesn’t your head belongs on my shoulder?” and I said “Yeah, but you’re too tall! :D” (I’m pretty short and he’s really really tall, what I love) So he made himself smaller so I could lie my head onto his shoulder and I fell asleep. That was the day we started to get.. physically close. Everyone just thought we were a couple because we almost acted like one.. but never were and we never kissed though.

So a lot of cute time passes and one day when I was about to got to France because of an exchange, he baked me some cake and just stood in front of my house just to say goodbye, which was like the most cute thing ever.

Then.. he started to get kind of sad. I knew it was because of a girl, but this time he didn’t want to tell me who that girl was. Then he gets awkward around me until he ignored me completely. It made me really sad and mad at one time but if I asked him what was wrong he wouldn’t answer or reply with a “It just need some space, please. I’m so sorry”. It hurted me to know that something was wrong with him and than one of my best friends told me that he was in love with me for almost a year now.. I didn’t know what to do because. I wasn’t sure if I was in love with him and I couldn’t imagine myself in a realtionship with him. I just waited. And he came back.. and we were even closer, as always. So yeah.. this is where the story ends. I’m not clear about my feelings yet neither do I know about his feelings for me.. we’ll see. I just know that I miss him whenever he’s not there and that I enjoy everytime I talk to him. Now we’re both in 11th grade, the 4th year of our “story”.

Sorry that it was such a long text but it feels good to write it down. Thank you so much if you’ve read that. In love, Janin.

I won’t say it was all good, because I had it hard.
I won’t say it was all hard, because I had it good.
You see, I was blessed, and am still blessed with an amazingly dysfunctional, drug fucked, psychotic, aggressive, hilarious, kindhearted, caring, generous family who are the reason I am who I am today. And some friends that are on the same boat as my family.
I spent most of my years, sitting at either my dad’s workplace alone waiting for him to finish, or my mums. I had to put up with their constant fighting, our constant struggle for money, the hunger, the stress, the car breaking down, and the drugs, the electricity being cut off, the fights in our household between outsiders and my parents, and constantly getting yelled and screamed at by my parents. But I had a brother to help me through as I went through all this.
I also had to deal with bullying, something I dealt with alone. My family, had too much on their plates to worry about my bullying problems, so I kept them to myself. People spat on me, kids picked on how my clothes weren’t brand new, or how they had holes in them. I got books thrown in the bin, and my lunches too. I got pushed over a lot, tripped up, blamed for things I didn’t do and told by teachers I wasn’t ever going anywhere in life. 

I grew up in an unkind world, because right now the things I’m telling you, don’t even begin to match up to the things that I’m not.

But through this, I had a family that I loved, we weren’t always the nicest to each other, we didn’t always like each others company however, we were still family.

As I grew up, I had no confidence, friends who stabbed me in the back every chance, teachers who couldn’t care less about me, two broke, drug fucked up, stressed parents and a brother whose popularity made him ‘too cool’ for his little sister. 

It was hard.
I then got diagnosed with Bi-polar disorder, a mental illness that runs strongly in my family. This didn’t help.

Death had already taken at least seven people I loved, and travelling had taken away the only true friend I believed I ever had.

Then 2010 happened, my closest friend, like a brother. A friend of fifteen years left me, he got a girlfriend who didn’t like me, he’d known her for mere weeks, and he decided she was more important. He was my other half, my soul-mate without the love. When he walked out of my life, I was lost. In the same week another friend of mine, a close friend. He decided he wanted nothing more to do with me, also because of a girl. Also, in that week my brother turned to drugs, crack, pills, weed. Anything he could get his hands on, he lost himself to the thrill, the escape. He wasn’t around. I also met the boy who I thought I was in love with, who ended up screwing with my head until I ended up in a mental ward, I hate what he turned me into whilst I was with him. He is a headfuck, to this day. My parents moved away, my dad a few years before 2010 for work, my mum for work in 2010, my brother went with her. I was left, here. In my town, by myself. I lost concentration at school, and slowly just stopped going. I had no home to go to, it hadn’t been home since they left. My brother and mother came back, after half a year. But I wasn’t welcome there anymore, my brother moved into my grandparents and my mother and I just can’t live together under the same roof. It gets violent, and I get kicked out. I got sick of always getting kicked out, so I moved out. And I haven’t been back since, sure I visit. But no more than a few days at a time.

On my sixteenth birthday in 2011, a week before I had moved back home, due to the flooding of our house during the floods we were at my grandparents. I had just started attending school again, after basically a year of not going. A new school, senior college. My mum, on my birthday threw me out of the car and started laying into to me, in front of my mind-fucking boyfriend at the time. I lost all respect for her that day, but I still love her, she’s a fighter like myself, like everyone in my family. But what she did hurt, what she said, and how she acted still hurts. It’ll take time.

I got kicked out of school for not attending enough.

I had no school, most of my friends hated me because I dogged them for a boy I was in love with, but he was in love with someone else, and cheating on me often. I had no home, and no family around. The main barriers in my life were gone, but I had to pick it all up and start over.

Just as the end of 2011 was looking good-a kind family, my bestfriends family had taken me in I’d lived with them for months they were great to me-my grandmother got diagnosed with cancer, and my pop dementia. My gran is dying, my pop is losing his mind. Right now, I live with my grandparents. My brother too, we look after them. Nanna has to start chemo soon, but it’s probably going to kill her. And pop doesn’t even know who I am half the time.

But, none of this matters. I’m strong, I’ll pull through. I have a fair few good friends now, and I’m getting lots of time with family, me and mum are patching things up and I see dad a bit more now, when he comes home to visit. I’m single and completely over the fuckhead that wrecked me mere months ago. And although for a while I’m stuck here in a rut, this year will be my year. Even if I lose both my grandmother and grandfather. I know it’ll be okay, because it always is.
I have fun memories, and I am sad, confused, angry and happy all in one. 

You see, it took me a long time to be this optimistic, it was something I had to work on, hard. I get sad and angry a lot, sometimes I even break down. We all have our highs and lows, but this is my life and I’m still going places, I’m only sixteen. They say; ‘every story has a happy ending, and if it’s not happy, its not the end.’ I agree completely.
My life has been hard, it has been easy and everything in between, but I’m still here and I have the scars to prove it. If you think that life is too hard, if everything is getting you down, if you’ve never have a break. Believe in yourself, believe in your capabilities and believe that not all bad things last forever, open the door to good opportunities and happiness, don’t fear them. Let yourself take that step forward, because they’re right when they say; ‘We only live once.’ 

I want to share a story because this is very dear to me and I’m willing to share. 

Well, it started last year when I went to my Japanese class at lunch in August for a club meeting. A good amount of freshmen had joined and the old members stuck around. A boy, who seemed kink of shy, I was drawn to him for some reason, but I tried to push it aside since I didn’t even speak to him, ever. A month passes on, and we had a project involving making a poster, which was displayed on the wall. (Little did I know that poster had some magical quality about it.) At another meeting, the bell was about to ring and I was about to grab my backpack when I was asked by the boy (who I’ll call J now) asked me about who drew a poster. I looked and saw him looking at mine, replying in a small voice, “I did.” He just hugged me and said, “That’s amazing. I love you.” I stood there, surprised and stuttered a thank you, then went on my merry way. 

Now, I had never been one for football, but I went to a game with J and his friend, H. We sat together and hung out with our other friends. It was really cold, but I couldn’t care less. J sat next to me. Some way away was the bright light that shone over the bleachers. My hands started getting really cold and I shivered a bit. I looked over at him and he could tell I was cold, so he covered my hands with both of his, then asked, “D-do you want a glove?” I said sure. At that moment, the light just shone just right and he seemed just perfect at that moment. With the glove on my hand, I wanted to hold his hand, but I held myself back. Our school won, but I left with no one beside me. 

January rolls around and it’s after Winter Break. I ran into him at lunch and decide to hang out with him. (Before, I would just be in the library with a friend or two and just to homework.) Somehow while we’re texting, he said he found me interesting, but then goes to say he finds several other girls “interesting” also. My heart just sinks down, seeing A’s name, a girl who I thought J might like. 

February, a month I disliked very much came next. I tried denying it for so long, but then I finally accepted it… I had feelings for J and they won’t go away. So, I decided to tell him. “I’ll do it over a text. A note will kill me from the suspense and in person… I might cry.” The texting went on and I finally told him. I laid there waiting, but he told me he liked me too and asked me out. He confessed that he wanted to ask me out, but wasn’t sure I liked him since I tired to distance myself and tease him sometimes. (I only did that so I had some reason to talk to J.) 

The next week our club went on a trip to San Francisco and we shared an umbrella while it was pouring and our shoes were soaked. 

Sometimes, taking the chance is worth it. It might hurt and you’ll fall, but you can always climb right back up and find someone who will catch you. Meeting someone is both a mixture of fate and chance. 

RESPONSE:

OMGGGG!! semms like the moments you mentioned came out from a movie. so romantic!!!!!!! thanks for the inspiring story<3

This is going to sound strange, and stupid.

But I forget how to make friends. I’m hoping to make more online friends, I need space from real life at the moment.

I’m a deviant artist, but I don’t want to come off strange or tooforward or creeperish, and all of that stuff.

Thank you

Online friends…it’s hard to find REAL online friends but you can always start from tumblr. I met some awesome people here. People that i follow or who follows me:)

Ive been having casual convos with some of my dear followers:) it’s pretty fun actually. Im even planning to meet some of them…if i have the chance.

I really need your help. My best friend Hayley has been my best friend since the fourth grade, and since then we’ve done everything together. Weve told eachother our secrets, if we’re mad at eachother, gossiped together, and told eachother everything. This year, a new girl named Jane joined our group of friendship, we turned into the three best friends. Me and Jane have hung out with eachother without Hayley a few times, but Jane is always hanging out with Hayley now and never puts in the effort to hang out with me, like its always her and Jane now. This summer was when me and Hayley had a bump in our friendship. Hayley started to text me with the biggest attitude and id ask her whats wrong and she’d either say “nothing was wrong nothing WAS wrong..” or “why its not like youd care youd tell everyone anyways.”. And once she texted me saying “I think Jane is the only person who wants to be my friend.” but she has no idea how much effort i put into her so that she wont leave me. I always text her first because i guess she doesnt want to talk to me. And once when i was hanging out with Jane, like it was just me and her, she tod me that Hayley had told her “I can make her [me] angry and she wont do anything about it.” and you have no idea how much i wanted to die inside. shes called me an effing idiot, told me to calm down three times over text when trying to help her, and she always uses me. And it made me realize that what she told Jane is sort of true, she can be mean to me and i really wont do anything. But so many times ive wanted to yell at her and make her feel what shes putting me through but i cant because shes my best friend and all of my other friends have best riends already so im just stranded by myself most of the time because Hayley makes no effort to hang out with me. And i know you probably wont respond to this but i just really need happiness and advice right now. I didnt know how to put this anonymously but i really dont want my url to show up so if theres a way you can undo that i would appreciate it so much, but if you cant, i understand.

response:

Dear d-reaming, i think your letting Hayley get in to you too much, letting her affect you so much. I know youre just trying to be a really good friend to her, but it seems like she’s not being a good friend to you. Youre pushing yourself to a person that doesnt even cherish nor give importance to all the effort you put in to save the friendship. you said it yourself, that u have done everything and that youre starting to feel that she’s using you. You’re already aware that Hayley is drifting away from your friendship. I know it’s hard to lose a friend but we just have to accept the fact that friends come and go, and all that can be left behind are the memories you shared with them. It’s rare to find a friend that sticks to the end, but dont worry, you’ll meet that person. Anyways, you need to move on. Coz as i see it hayley has already moved on.and all she does it make you feel bad and stressed. and make you look like you did something wrong. it’s not a healthy relationship. i believe that any relationship that makes you feel bad about yourself…is an unhealthy relationship that we need to get rid of. its your choice:)

I miss him. I miss this guy so much. 

He was…well still is my best guy friend. I had so many memories with him. Memories I wish I could go back to…I could re-live.

I met him during during highschool. I was still in the Philippines that time. My first impression on him: he’s a a freakin good dancer. I wasnt really expecting that we were going to get close…that we’re going to be bestfriends. Not until my 2nd year highschool that I really gotten a chance to know this guy. I guess we got more close because we’re in the same class and his friends were my friends. There was a time when we started texting…texting every night…everyday. That’s when we really got close. We goyt cute little nicknames… we call each other “Beh.”That’s when I started to see him as a person I cant manage to lose. I guess you know where this story goes huh? Yes…I felt something for him. I dont want to sound overly confident but I think the feeling was mutual. I really feel comfortable around him…I’d goof around and he wont mind. As a matter of fact he would goof around with me. We would go to malls and just hang out there…then we’d meet friends after. I share the same passion as him…dancing and that’s what made us even closer. I guess it was a big shocker especially to my best girlfriends that I would share a special friendship with this guy. No it’s not that he’s ugly..he’s super cute actually… it’s just that I’m not the type that would really enter into that loveydovey stuff if you know what I mean. I guess there’s a reason why Im not the loveydovey type. Well, during that time with him, I started being soooo emotional. Drama queen. Embarrassing!! AHH! I would cry and make a scene at times…well i think i did it quite often.Looking back at those memories makes me want to punch my old self!teehee I was childish back then… inexperience when it comes to relationship…heck he was the first guy I like or love…whatever. Point is…we had something special. 

But it was the best time of my life…coz he was part of it. No, what we had wasnt official…heck i didnt know what we had…I just know that he makes me happy, makes me laugh, makes me cry, makes me do stupid things, he’s someone I hate to lose.

2007. Year when I left the Philippines. It was summer and I was in a vacation in Manila. A remember that day, It was hot and we were all in my Grandma’s house eating lunch. My mom and dad, who lives in Calif., called up. My mom told me to go back to Bacolod (my province) and pack all my things. I asked what for? She said she wants us to join them in California, said that it’s about time we went home. I said no. actually I shouted NO! She said it cant be negotiated…we have to go. My mom really hated the thought of us being far away from them.. I mean, of course it’s normal! I know I cant contest her decision. The first thought that came to my mind…HIM. Honestly…he was the first person that entered my mind. He wasnt the first one to know that I was leaving. I didnt know how to tell him….and I dont even want to tell him…hoping that I could escape this reality. But I know I cant runaway…He needs to know. So he found out and he said that I should go. We were chatting via webcam and I see that he’s smiling and all. He was happy for me…though I wanted him to be sad that I’d be leaving…that I’d be halfway around the world. I know he doesnt want me to be upset and all. Coz seeing him upset would make me more upset! I thought, what would happened now…to us. I dont want to be far from my bestfriend.

I got one week and a half to go back, pack, say goodbye to all my friends and leave. How I wanted to spend those days with him…and I did, well most of it.

Anyways…I remember saying goodbye to him. He went to see me off with a couple of our closest friends. I remember hugging him the last time…wanting not to let go. I remember my aunt telling me “Hey we need to leave” I remember myself still holding on. I remember sitting in the plane and staring out my window…thinking about all the things I will be leaving behind. It’s as if that one and a half week wasnt enough. Not enough at all!

I remember getting a text message from HIM before my flight to calif. He’s all saying goodbye…sorry….something about friendship…that he’ll be there as a friend. I remember hurting so much because of this. I didnt want to hear/read all those words.. goodbye.sorry.friend.

First few months after I got here in LA…we didnt even talk. we didnt even say hi via chat. NO communication at ALL! I hated it! I mean…who wouldnt! but i figured it really is for the best. Id hurt more if he talks to me.. I’ll miss him more if I do…and moving on will be tough. 

After years! take note… years! we finally got a chance to talk. I think, if my memory wont fail me…it was during his birthday. AUGUST 12. I said Happy Birthday and he replied…thank you. :) That’s when we started talking again…as if nothing happened…as if we were back to where we were when we first met…friends.

I dont hold grudges…nor do I dwell in the past. I still miss him though…I miss our friendship. He’s my best guy friend and certainly one of the first few people I would run and hug once I visit Philippines. 

I love you…miss you. Dont think I forgot that it’s your birthday today! So happy birthday. Hope you read this:)