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Waking up early morning in Christmas day was amazing, opening all my wonderful gifts with my sister. Showing my appreciation, I give my parents a hug and kiss. I hope people realize that the materialistic things is not what makes Christmas. Sure its amazing giving and getting gift from people you care about, but that shouldn’t be the main reason why we celebrate this holiday. It’s should be about surrounding ourselves with people who love and care about us. Filling the holiday with laughter, love, and happiness. Most importantly celebrating the birth of our savior Jesus.
Haven’t posted anything for 2 months.
Lets stop taking people for granted and start giving appreciation for what they do for us.
Never settle for where you stand, for so long as you’re able to stand, there are steps to be taken.
—Travi
m a i k e e: Future Boyfriend
You gotta understand my parents are strict. They only want the best for me, and what they believe is that I should focus on school and any extracurricular activities that are important to me. They wouldn’t want me slacking off and forgetting about all that I have worked hard for because of a boy. Or doing anything bad that can cause me to ruin all this. This doesn’t mean they wouldn’t accept me with one though. They want to meet the boy that’s willing to respect me. They want to meet the boy that’s willing to actually come to my house and introduce himself to them. They want to meet the boy that knows how to gain their trust and respect to be with me. They want to meet the boy that’ll show he’s worth my time. They want to meet the boy that’s best for me. They want to meet the boy that’ll make me happy, but not get in the way of my priorities. They want to meet the boy that they know can keep me safe when they aren’t around. They want to meet the boy that’ll abide by their rules, and follow them just to be with me. They want to meet the boy that gives their daughter everything she deserves. You gotta understand, they wouldn’t let me out with you all the time, they wouldn’t let me over your house whenever you want, and they most definitely wouldn’t let me out as late as I want with you. But no boy has been able to gain their trust the right way, and if you are willing to slowly gain it.. Then things will get easier. You just gotta gain it. Respect my parents, and their daughter. That’s all they ask. If you can get to my parents, you can get to my heart.
I find it amusing that girls pass by me, who I don’t even know, give me the “bitch” stare.
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