tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25758053172771561892012-01-01T15:04:12.527-08:00Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336722710418601565noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575805317277156189.post-65173503312773493512012-01-01T15:04:00.000-08:002012-01-01T15:04:12.535-08:00I was just told I was somebody's Tumblr crush. That made my day so much better. I was having a pretty boring, typical day for me. But I hadn't logged on all day and when I decided to I read that! I couldn't stop smiling. I also got another message from someone saying they liked my blog. Honestly that's one of the nicest things I have been told on that website and I love those girls for that.(:<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575805317277156189-6517350331277349351?l=jessicaismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336722710418601565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575805317277156189.post-36470933945179522922011-12-31T20:06:00.000-08:002011-12-31T20:06:51.930-08:00It seems as if everybody at my school is fake. I have no real friends to lean on when I need them, like right now. Which is kind of why I started this blog. Maybe people will read it, maybe they won't . They might find it semi-interesting or they might absolutely hate it. The only thing is that you can choose your friends but sometimes you have no real choices, like me. I have been lied to much more than I should have to deal with by age 15. It's days like these where you just sit there and think, "I'm done. There is nothing out there for me."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575805317277156189-3647093394517952292?l=jessicaismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336722710418601565noreply@blogger.com0