Like the type that only come to you when they want something, that tells you all their problems but don’t bother to help you with yours, the ones that talk bad about you behind your back yet pretends to be nice to you to your face, the ones that say that got your back but when it’s time to prove it they don’t do anything. Sick and tired of these people. Don’t even bother with them anymore, they’re just a waste of time.
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you love your dad, reblog
Turn back in time where you used to sit 4 hours watching the Rugrats. Where you wouldn't ever leave your house without your nano baby, and when Blues Clues was actually challenging. Rewind back to the times when your favorite shows were Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, and Rocko's Modern Life. When you watched re-runs of TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World. When you remember reading every series of Goosebumps, or in that case, remember listening to your mom read them as she grew bored and bored as you grew more excited as to what would happen next. When bringing plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school was pretty much cool, and saying "NOT" after every sentence was the way to talk. When every argument was settled by rock, paper, scissors, bubble gum bubble gum in a dish, or daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky. When cops and robbers was a daily activity, and when hide and go seek was put to pause only when it was snack time. The days when we used to actually obey our parents and when the radio was all we depended on for music. When you knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together. When you always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos, but never taped anything funny, so you gave up. When the Magic School Bus made you think that school buses could fly, and when yo-yos made you popular. When getting married meant buying your crush a Ring Pop, and blabbing some random words behind the dumpster. When reading that little paper in the fortune cookie meant everything to you because it predicted your life. The day when you could tell furbie all your little secrets and expect him to talk back, and when Beanie Babies were the talk of the class. When you got creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?", and when you knew the Macarena by heart. When you lied to your parents to bring you to McDonalds, because you were starving, when really you wanted to play in the play place. When gas was $0.95 a gallon, and Caller ID was a new thing, and when checking out drawing books and "Rainbow Fish" from the library was the cool thing to do. Before we realized all this would eventually disappear, we didn't bother to think of how good things were.
I feel EMO and tired today. Don’t ask me why. Something is bothering me. Ugh. I hate this feeling. You see I can see it already.I’m losing them :( I feel bad again and again. Everything was much better when we were in third year. Always happy. And now, I’m sinking. I’m having regrets. I could really use a wish right now. Airplanes HAHA. But seriously, I want them back. At least when I have them I don’t feel so weird or anything. Do you even get my meaning? This is so hard to explain.
Happy Father’s day, Papa! I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for everything you’ve done even though we our still not satisfied. You may not be the best father for us. But you provided us the financial support and everything you’ve done. Even you have another family now, remember that I never blamed you for what happened to us. But all the same, I still want us to stick to whatever we had before all this disaster happened. I wish you good health and more blessings to come. Always be happy & I love you Papa!:)
Yo. Vanessa here. Call me Van or anything cool. Don’t mock me or I will kill ya :) Kidding. But once upon a time, I dreamed about being a professional assassin. But anyways, I’m 15 and will be older when the calendar says August 5. A proud Filipina. And I’m currently doing the finishing touches of my high school life:)
So much for that;
I like cameras & Ice creaams.
Cameraaas + Ice cream = HAPPINESS.
But I aim higher:
Cameraaas + Ice cream + Bestfrieends + Ideal Lovelife + Money + GOD = EXTREME HAPPINESS TIMES 100904343
MY CURRENT BOYFRIEND(s): Eric Northman, Damon Salvatorre & Stefan Salvatorre.
You want the truth? Well, here it is. Eventually, you forget it all. First, you forget everything you learned - the dates of wars and Pythagorean theorem. You especially forget everything you didn't really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers; and eventually you forget those, too. You forget your junior year class schedule and where you used to sit, and your best friend's home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. And eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations - even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college, who threw the best parties, who had the most friends - you forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.