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Because you need to get on with your life instead of waiting for social experiences.

For the last 2 years, I have been considering on killing myself. This year, I decided I really wanted to change myself because I really didn’t like myself. My goal was to be drum major. I knew if I did something for myself or proved to myself that I’m not a failure, everything would be okay. I worked hard the whole year just for it, but of course I didn’t make it. So my plan was to become vice president. Of course that didn’t work. In the end I did prove myself something. I proved that even if I work hard for something and do my best, I’ll always know that whatever I want to do and whatever talent I might posses will never be enough. I hate myself for trying at all. I truly can’t see any reason for me being alive. I hate being myself… goodbye. 

for the rest of my life

id be happy as all hell

im happy everyday

not because i got money

or some new

toy

or a possesion

its because what i have in my heart

if i cant hold something

and cant feel it

its not worth it

I can hold an ipod 

and feel music coming out of it

and i can hold a trumpet

i can feel playing a trumpet

i can hold you

i can feel you

i can feel your heart beat accelerate with mine

hand in hand

because its all right there for me

and ill be right there for you

no matter what

thats what i have at the end of the day

who cares what a paper says on a grade

its all in your heart

and thats where you have to start

Optimism is blind

and love is blind

so

being happy

and blind has led me to you

happy and love have led me to you

what a concept…

thats what ill say everyday

and when i fall

or fail

ill know i have a mind

and have somebody

youll have somebody

always

I remember summer band… always being around people whom I didn’t know. Always going there and wondering if I’d ever learn anything, meet new people, do anything right. But even with everything, somehow, I still remember just seeing you, Tyler Hardee. Sad to say, it wasn’t love at first sight. But I don’t know why you were different from the others. I really had no idea of your talents before Matt introduced you to us. I guess you were just cute. :) It was pretty funny; I had never seen your eyes before because you would always wear sunglasses. 

That was also the first time I’d talk to you. “Oh my god! Do something insane!”After that, we didn’t really talk much, did we?  Only probably after that one Facebook status I posted. “Hannah Grasso has been crying since 12:00 just because of Cedar Ridge.” Talking to you then helped a lot. Remember that one time when we almost stayed up the whole night talking together on Facebook? Now that I look at my wall, I don’t see why I was so depressed… I also wish you would have responded to my flirting faster… I think the only reason I went out with Truman was because I really did need someone who could help me with all my problems that I thought I had. I made the wrong choice of not looking at the big picture and looking at the people who really did care about me. 

The House of Torment was like a turning point to where I could actually see who I wanted to be with. I loved how by the end of the day, my jacket sort of smelt like you :) When I went home that night, I sort of also slept with it… I know it’s weird but I really liked you. I’m glad 3 days later we started going out. Home coming was weird wasn’t it? Like, after I broke up with Truman, I was sad. I’m sorry I didn’t hug you, but it’s hard for me to change emotions so quick on command. I’m glad I danced with you that night even if it scared me to death. I screwed up dancing too. Stupid slow dancing… I still remember staring into your eyes and it seemed like everything was perfect. I hated that how the dance had to end 1 hour early for us. When we were holding hands in the back of the van, it’s… really hard to describe because… it felt like I knew that I would love being with you.

It was about… 9-10:30 pm on the 24^th of October after SHSU marching festival. It was dark. We were watching The Proposal behind Taylor and Evan. I was thinking about giving up… Every time I leaned in, you would move… I couldn’t help but think that you didn’t want to kiss me… It was very discouraging. But when it did happen, I didn’t know what to expect. I was holding my breath. I kept thinking of questions. How do I not screw this up? What will it feel like? What will he think of me? What am I going to do after? And finally, how am I going to make this happen? Every time I think about it, I get the same feeling I got when it happened. It’s like the feeling when I look into your eyes. It just feels like… time stops. It feels like how nothing could make it any better… and the feeling… it’s the best feeling you could possibly feel…

I could write so much more about all the great times we’ve had, but I know that you probably would not want 500 pages on our 6 month relationship and how amazing I think it is and how you are the best thing to ever happen to me in my life :) I love you so much, Tyler Hardee. You make me so amazingly happy. If we keep being together, I promise to make it even better then what has already happened before. <3                            

 Love, Hannah Francis Grasso :)

Voila. Il s’appelle Lou. Il est 18 ans. Il a le visage carré. Il est grand, costaud, et Il a les cheveux brun clair. Il porte des lunettes de soleil. Il est bronzé. Il a les cheveux lisses avec une raie sur le côté, et des mèches. Il est drôle est charmant. Il est maître-nageur sauveteur.   

Un jour, Nicolas, Alceste, Louisette, et Marie-Edwige allé à la piscine se baigner. A la piscine, les garçons allés se baigner mais les filles n’allé pas. Nicolas et Alceste s’amuser. Louisette et Marie-Edwige avons parlé de maître-nageur sauveteur. Elles disent lui est mignon. Louisette a voulu attirer l’attention de maître-nageur sauveteur sur leur. Louisette allé sur la piscine et faire semblant de faire se noyer. Lou, le maître-nageur sauveteur,  a nagé jusqu’à la fille. Il voulu sauver la fille. Lou a aidé Louisette hors la piscine. ‘Êtes-vous d’accord?’ dit Lou. ‘Je suis d’accord’ dit Louisette. ‘En fait, je suis très, très bien. Pouvons nous avoir votre numéro?’. Lou a rit et il a leur donné son numéro. Louisette et Marie-Edwige étaient très heureux. Elles ne savaient pas il était faux.