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The soft side. The sweet side.

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:43:29 -0400

I am a lot sweeter than him. I am so much softer than him. I am a lot different from him. I have more subtle background. I was raised as the only and have been for 19 years. But I am not to where I cannot handle myself. I work for what I want and have worked for what I have. I have never had a reputation for being anything other than the big hear-ted blonde. I am a lot more sensitive than Alex. He is a rock. He doe indeed have a heart of stone. But it takes something really special to break down that stone bit by bit. I am not his best side but I am for sure his sweeter and softer side. He is rough sometimes and can be mean sometimes. But so can any other human. He just takes after how he was raised, as do I. We fit together.We are not perfect but we fit.We bring out the best and worst of each other. But we love each other. More than anything.

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Thu, 09 May 2013 10:59:13 -0400

That silent car ride when your mom had to pick you up from school for misbehaving and you're not sure what her punishment is going to be...

Thu, 09 May 2013 10:54:01 -0400

lolzpicx:

“She’s planning something, I know it!”

It must have been hell on an angel.

Thu, 09 May 2013 10:53:18 -0400

~~Hello Summer time.(:~~

Welp my second semester did not go so well…at all. I almost failed a lot of my classes. The reason you ask?

~~Reason # 1~~

-I focused more on everyone else and their problems and school. Meaning I was too busy trying to take care of everyone else besides myself. Which is not surprising if you know me really well. You already know that I love to help people amd make sure I do whatever it is I need to do to make sure they are taken care of. In which this semester a lot has happened in order for reason # 2 to come into play.

~~Reason # 2~~

-Don’t take this as excuses because it isn’t. A lot has happened over the past semester. Including all of my other half’s situations and alos added on my own. Then a car accident then working full time. It was a lot. I mean a lot. You can even ask my mom, I took on way more then I could handle. 30 hours a week? Then full time school. Yeah okay I couldn’t handle it. I still can’t. I have dropped my hours and started to think about my grades and myself first.

I prayed a lot these last couple weeks. My Lord is not a miracle worker but he will look out for you. He will be your savior, your strength, pretty much your everything when he knows you have messed up. You will get a second chance. He has given me one. That is for sure. I messed up big time this semester and I know it. ~~But you know what?~~

Next year will be different. I promise.

I have a man willing to do math for me when he hates math with a passion. I have a man who wakes up...

Tue, 07 May 2013 12:18:50 -0400

I have a man willing to do math for me when he hates math with a passion. I have a man who wakes up at 6am to wish me good luck on finals, eve though he could have slept in. You think you have it made? You haven’t been with the man I am with. He goes above and beyond for me.

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Wed, 01 May 2013 23:12:37 -0400

Reblog this for a message in your inbox describing what kind of person I think you are, Just by looking at your blog.

Wed, 01 May 2013 20:06:15 -0400

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Wed, 01 May 2013 11:04:46 -0400

Get me out of here

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 12:22:55 -0400

Ugh that is just disgusting. I want to puke. This is exactly why I can’t wait for him to come home from boot camp so we can figure our shit out and we can leave. I don’t want him to go back to MSU to be completley honest. I don’t care if he finds it selfish. I want us to pack up and leave. Even if it is like 20 minutes away. I just want him to come home and say “Baby lets go, you and I are leaving.” and then I pack up my stuff and we go. We find a place somewhere but here, we find a home. A home we start to grow in and think about the rest of our lives. Where we talk about raising a family. I will still go to school and so will he. We will establiah ourselves first. Then we can go from there. I just want him to come home and tell me to pack up. That is what I am waiting on. I love him to death and I always will. I am extatic he chose me to spend the rest of his life with. We are figters, we have been fighting for this since we got together. We both knew we would be thrown into battle everyday to be together. We are barley scratching the surface. Let’s do this Alex.

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