Haunted House 2010.
Back left = James, Hayden/Martin, Amanda and Carly/The Crazies, Me/Mollie, Tara, Cassandra, Desirae/Story Teller.
Bottom left = Todd/Tawney, Emily/Nora, Some guy and Pat, Jasmine.

My acoustic. It's definitely my baby.

Dear Cassandra.
I can't believe you. I don't even know why this happened. Yeah I was a bit pissed off at you for getting high but that was because I didn't want to lose you again. I'm sick of losing you. I miss you. Fucking 6 years. You threw it away, just because Kiana thought it'd be a good idea. Or maybe you came up with the thought. Either way, I don't even care. I hope you two have fun. I never would have came through with anything anways. I probably wasn't very fun. I'm sorry for anything wrong I did. But seriously. I'm not a preppy bitch .. why would you even think that? I thought you knew me better than that. I not once have stereotyped you. I never will. I still know you as the nerdy, super childish goody church girl from grade 3. That wasn't a stereotype by the way. Hah. Still. That hurt, alot. I can't believe you would even do this! 6 years. All a lie? Good to know.

It's the asian callin,
maybe i don't wanna
change my password>.<
getohottie1001

Samanthaa Smith . ♥
I truely love you, with all my heart.
Though, we don't get to see eaachother.
I still think 'boout choo . && miss yoou everydaay.
Optimus Chey, needs her BumbleBee. (:
I'm different when I'm with you, myself. && a total idiot.
Yess, our text sessions. Ughh, our text sessions.
They made me smilee, whenever I couldn't sleep.
I kneww you'd be there to talk to (:
Your so gorgeous, love. Completely utterly, beautiful. && sweet.
Don't let anyone tell you different, babe.
Since the daay I met you, Selinaa's backyard. I knew we'd eventually
Be greaat friends.
Ahaa, yoou truely amaze me .
Remember, chillen at centenial, walking around in the trees?
I miss thaat, juss' taalkin' to yoou.
&& the first time, we hung out alone. At your place, watching Phineas&Ferb(:
Greaat, times. && the Lifesavers, icecreaam. Maanohmaan.
Yoour awesomee, ;D
We better be able to have thaa' sleppovvaa, yo .
It'd be tight .
We defs, gottstaa talk more, loviee.
Even though, everytime we do.. I fail somehow.
Like todaay with the ninjaa's. -___-
Remember, i'm alwaays here for you. Whenever you needa, talk.
P.s . Your a sexaaay, beast . (;
When I read your hack.. i.. i.. teared up.. <3
Like when I herd you sing. Yoour so talented, bbg.
Heehee, well Chey should go.
Remmeber, ilyvvvm.
' i love you very, very, very much' < 33
Chey. ~~*Chey*~~

Remember back when everything was easier? Back when we all said that we'd never do drugs, we don't need those, we're all to cool.
Back when dating meant walking beside each other to the bus, or sitting beside each other. Maybe awkwardly holding hands, smiling and blushing like there's no tomorrow.
When your biggest problem was figuring out what to do at recess, or making sure no one saw you doodling little hearts all over his name. Mom was your favorite person ever. Daddy was your hero.
We all wanted to grow up so badly, and that's it. We all want to move forward. I wish we would all just realize we should love life for what it is right now. It just gets harder.
I remember when my best friend was a boy, and no one cared. I don't even think anyone noticed. Now, if a boy even pays attention to you,
You're a whore. A slut. Just because that one boy looks at you a certain way, the whole world thinks you're sleeping with him.
I loved my toys. My barbies were beautiful. My ken doll was the perfect image of a boy.
I still have all my teddy bears, a little token of my past that I'm never leaving behind.
Remember when getting high was on an airplane? Or on the swingset? I miss that. Very much.
Back when sleepovers consisted of staying up till 11, and giggling as soon as the lights were out because we were up bast bedtime. Now a sleepover usually means sneaking out, partying, sneaking boys or girls in, talking about sex, anything like that. Birthday parties were clowns, party hats, cake and icecream, fun little games.
Now it's getting wasted, hammered, not remembering who is in the bed beside you, finding closets and having fun with your boyfriend.
It was cool to be different, and if you were wierd, everyone loved you.
Now, If there is something about you that is strange, different, wierd, you're an outcast. No one even wants to look at you.


Remember when we were little, carefree, and fun?


I miss that.