Poetry In a Journal... Sorta.I'm SorryI'm Sorry.I'm really, truly SORRYA billion times won't work.Will it?Or WON"T it?I'm sorry.I"M SORRY!Oops... No, really, I'm sorry.A klutz? That I am, All I can say is sorry.I broke your heart?SORRY!I'll fix it up again?I'm really good with stitches.Will you still be my friend?I ruined your life?Oh no, Sorry!Will this washing machine work?This bleach removes the stains...It takes away the quirks!A million time, I know. But I mean what I say.I'm sorry.I'm sorry!I'm really, truly SORRY!Am I hard to forgive?You don't want to hear my sorry?I completely understand.But you don't.That was rude? I'm not sorry.It was the the truth. Indeed. Did you hear what I said?I'm sorry, let me tell you what I meant instead.I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really truly sorry.All the times I apologized, all the times I admitted my lies: sorry.All the times I wanted to say: I love you, please. WIll you stay?: I'm sorry.I hurt your feelings, I stomped on your heart. But all I
InterestsOkay, so:Things I LOVE:Mi Familia!PandasCandyGamingLaughingTextingSingingHetaliaBlack ButlerAnime...JUICE!SwimmingPaintballArcheryChillaxinBeing a Couch PandaEmotesPeopleHugzSportsMusicDub Step
Racist People--BIG NONO!!!please please please don't take offense to this if you're white... please? i dont wanna be mean, but...Listen to this!A white man said,'Colored people are not allowed here.'The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:"Listen sir... When I was born, I was BLACK.When I grew up, I was BLACK,When I go in the sun, I'm BLACK,When I'm cold, I'm BLACK.But you sir.When you are born you are PINK,When you grow up, you're WHITE,When you're sick you're GREEN,When you go in the sun you turn RED,When you're cold, you turn BLUE.And you have the nerve to call ME colored?'
Just My Luck - Chapter 8It's dark, and cramped...I can't hear...I can't see.But I can feel it.I feel the love around me.The affection shown to the both of usI can't wait to be born.******** *Liam’s P.O.V.* All five of us sat in a row in the examination room of Dr. Chesmund’s office. He drew a syringe full of Niall’s blood and took it to the lab for a quick scan a few moments ago. I bounced my foot up and down on the floor, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.“Nervous?” Niall chortled, putting a hand on my knee to stop it from shaking.“Yeah. We waited a while to find out what it was, huh?” I replied.“I’m just worried it’ll be one of you guys.” Niall confessed.“Well what would be so bad about that?” Harry piped.“You guys are my best friends.”Before anyone else could say anything, Dr. Chesmund strode in, holding the files in a manila folder.“Well, Doctor?” Zayn ask
Just My Luck - Chapter 7*Liam’s P.O.V.*We arrived at the plaza just on time, heading up the elevator to the studio we would be interviewed in. when we walked in, we were welcomed with a table of snacks, which Niall was pleased as pie to attend.“Welcome, One Direction!” The jumpy interviewer greeted, rushing to shake all of our hands. “Please, have a seat on the sofa. We’ll begin in just a few minutes.”We all squished on the couch, waiting for Niall to finish eating. We looked at him as he stuffed his face with some of the snacks.“What?” he said sheepishly. “I missed out on breakfast.”“C’mon, Nialler. The interviewer’s waiting.” Lou encouraged. Niall sighed and stopped eating, coming over to the sofa. He was disappointed to see it all taken up. Putting his hands on his back, he said, “Come on, guys. Can I sit?”Zany got up and offered him his seat, which he gladly took. Zany perched himself on the armrest of th