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canIsendhimanonhate
JOKING but not really What a jerk. |
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Anon hate is not okay. Not even in situations like this. Nope Meh |
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IT WOULDN'T BE THAT BAD STILL I get really protective of people. |
What is Anon hate? O_O
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On Tumblr, you can ask people things, and go on Anonymous if you want so they don't know, but some people abuse that and send Anon hate (like "go kill yourself"). It can be really horrible.
I was joking, but still. |
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It physically hurts to know that I missed a production of Spring Awakening last spring (haha, it was done in spring). Physically hurts. Like, I am hurting on the inside.
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This is the first time in a LONG time I have been genuinely happy. Knock on wood. XD
*squeals and jumps around room throwing confetti* |
What happened Caleigh?
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@Both: WELLLL...today was the first day back from Winter break, and to be honest, I was kinda thinking it would suck butt. :P But today was amazing. Everyone laughed when I told a joke, no homework, I met a new girl named Tessa who happens to have an adorable older brother ;), and then now I get to go to my best friend's house tomorrow night after a highschool basketball game. It's been a LOOOONG time since I've had a day that has made me come home smiling. I don't want it to ennnnd! XD |
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I have no plan.
I did, it was all planned out. I'm only 13 and I've started a university fund, chosen my university, my course, my part time job and the apartment. I knew my job I wanted. I had it all planned out. And then my mother says she wont let me do it because its impratical. Wanted to be a writer. You said it was impractical. Made other plans. Still impractical. Thankyou for crushing my dreams. |
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Yup, take their words into thought, but always follow your dreams.
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My friend and I once called my mum telling her that she had ten minutes to live. Then we'd call her again after a minute and tell her that she had nine minutes to live. And so on. It didn't work, though, because we kept laughing.
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Ohmigosh guys today was amazing. :') There's this new girl with an amazingly cute older brother who ride my bus now. AND HE TALKED TO ME TODAY. *squee* He asked this girl sitting behind me who I was and she was like, "Oh, that's Caleigh." And he had her spell it out for him and everything. I went to say something to this guy sitting behind him and he was staring at me. He was like, "What's your name?" even though the girl just told him! :D :D And the conversation went on from then! He remembered where I lived, too! He kept smiling at me and a bunch of other stuff I'm too excited to put. I'm also going to my first highschool basketball game of the season, and then going to my bestie's house afterwards. :D |
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Good for you! I'm glad that you're happy. :') |
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I don't know who to trust anymore.
Too much has happened today. I feel as if I might explode. -_- |
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What's wrong? You need help? |
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I hate all of you.
I'll be crying in my room if anybody needs me. |
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f****ng hell
My stupid computer just had to run out of charge and delete a drawing I'd been working on for hours! I was actually proud of the goddamn drawing. It was good. And my dumb computer just had to go and delete it. Grrrrrrrr |
Dear Mom and Dad:
Shut up. Just... please. I can't take it any more. I can't take you anymore. You guys are such selfish jerks. Dad, you're nice, but you hate me writing, even though it's my love. Me: Hey dad! I passed the 50,000 word mark! You: You spend too much time writing. Go practice jazz piano. Me: *writing* You: Stop writing. Me: But I like it. You: Well, you have to think about it... who's actually going to read it. Well... not you, apparently! All you ever care about is me being your little jazz piano puppet daughter who achieves all your dreams because you're not good enough to do that. Mom, you're just... mean. You told Justin that you love him more than me. I heard. And you always complain and beat down my writing even though you haven't even read it. Stop pretending like you know what's good writing and what's not when you can't even use your pronouns correctly because you can't freaking speak English! Sadly, Your daughter. *rant over* |
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Me: *writing* You: Stop writing. Me: But I like it. You: Well, you have to think about it... who's actually going to read it. I am going to read it. :^D I am going to love and give CC and adore everything you write. You write because it is your love and the reason to get you through everything, the reason to break out of family jail and write...for fun and for seriousness. Your dad and your mum need to know that writing is a thing that us KidPubbers enjoy. Heck, you are on here to write. ^_^ I love your writing, Stephanie. All of us do. |
Sometimes newbies on KidPub just act stupid. >___>
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