Ashleigh's Blog

Honestly girls? You need to stop putting all of your faith, hopes, dreams, beliefs, desires into your current boyfriend/crush. They may say that they will always be there for you. They may say they will always love you.  But really, those words are fake. You need to realize that you’re going to have heartaches, you’re gonna have heartbreaks. Your current boyfriend ISN’T gonna be the guy you marry. He’s NOT gonna be the father of your baby. He’s not going to always be there. That’s why people  come and go throughout your life. So, we have lessons. So, girls remember that boy that promises you all of these things, may or may not be telling the truth. I know that there are relationships out there that probably will amount to marriage but those are probably relationships that aren’t from age 11-17. And Ladies… when of a sudden did we decide to let our bodies be shown as sex objects? We have we decided that we’re going to show half of bodies through the “clothes” we wear? Have we not have ANY class? Seriously… We are all made BEAUTIFUL. So, why do you need to prove it to everyone by wear 3456432345678765434567 pounds of makeup and half a shirt on? I’ll admit I wear makeup too, I love it to bits. But it’s when girls abuse theirselves with makeup, and you can’t see their gorgeous face. God has made you all so beautiful the way you are, He loves you the way you are. And ladies, Instead of putting your everything into these temporary earthly boys. Put your faith into your forever Heavenly father, but he is the one who will love you forever.  So, If anyone sees this… and you’re a girl, Just think about it.

mylifeasakitten:

I’m just like,

mylifeasakitten:

I don’t understand. People warn me about him, they say he is mean & hateful. They say he is confused & lost. But it makes me love him more. They warn me about him, they say that he’ll play with your heart like it’s charade, and I will never know why he is so mean. But it makes me love him more. They say these terrible things like, he’s a jerk, He doesn’t know how to treat a girl. But it makes me love him more. Why? Why? Might you ask? Because these people label him for the things he’s done in the past, for what he was known for. But our story started after that, after he had done such things. But like a fool I believe what these people are telling me. Is it I who am the liar? Or is it they? Because what they say, it’s very hard to believe. This monster they make him out to be, is actually just looking to be LOVED instead of HATED. The way I know this guy, I feel like it’s like any other.  The way he makes me feel is like no other. I feel like I need to be there for him. I just want to talk to him, smile with him, laugh with him, I just want him. I don’t know how to describe it. The more he rebels, the more I want to join his war. The more he fights, the more I want to be on his side. There is no way to describe how I want him. When I see him in flesh, It’s a total different story. I don’t want to be near him, I don’t want to look at him, I don’t want to have any connection. But I still WANT him. He is still perfect in my eyes.  I need to find COURAGE and STRENGTH to be BRAVE to be around him, and communicate with him. I need to do that, because I don’t want to loose anything we might have. And, I am more than certain that their are girls everyday who get to see him more than I do. Who get to walk by him everyday, and talk to him everyday. And for every girl who gets to do that.. I hope they realize how lucky they are. Because it might seem like NOTHING to them, but it’s EVERYTHING to me. There isn’t a day that I don’t think of him, and I don’t know. I don’t know what’s taken over me. But I believe in all good things, everybody has good things inside of them. And, I think I’ve found the good inside of him. And, one thing that upsets me is that.. I don’t want any other girl to see that good thing, because I want to be the only one to let him know how amazing he is.  Now people will continue to tell me “He’s not the one, You deserve better!” but we’ve the friendzone boundaries, and I hope there’s no turning back.

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