Margo! D: :]

My Margo. I’m going to make my best attempt at explaining what she means to me. Margo is the most unique girl ever, despite what she thinks. She is the only girl i have ever been with that complimented me so much, that it’s almost a contest between each other.

Margo, is a short, petite, beautiful, mentally unequalled, intelligent, (sometimes sarcastic) funny, sweet, nice, caring, loving, and insanely fun to talk to. She is my exact image of perfection, down to what my dream girl specifications are.

Without her, i dont know what i would have done. My life was spiraling downwards, now it’s rocketing skywards. She is my one, my only, love. I hope to spend the rest of my life with her, even though i’m just fourteen.

This brings me to something that angers me: i hate how “grown ups” act like children and say “oh, you have no idea what love is (blah blah i’m fat and lazy and like to take anger out on my children”. no. i know what love is. i know how heartbreak feels. I’ve seen it and felt it all, i’ve gone through more things then some adults.

Thank you for reading, and goodnight.

Me.

I don’t know how to properly describe myself, so I asked the people who are the most important to me.

My girlfriend, Margo;

Nate is everything, all in one: brilliant, hilarious, sweet, caring, considerate, unique, trustworthy, rare, loyal, and last but, not least, attractive.

My best friend, Christine;

Nathan is 14 years young, a child at heart, but an old man in the mind.

I think she means that in the best possible way…

Honestly, I’m just a kid. I’m still trying to figure myself out.

13

Lately, within the past couple of few months, i noticed that a good portion of my life revolves around the number thirteen. it’s really… odd, for lack of a better word. i just found love in a girl, margo, and her birthday is the thirteenth. i got expelled at two thirteen, when i was thirteen, and then was shipped home on the bus 13 on the thirteenth seat. it seems the good things in my life dont revolve around the number thirteen. i’m not saying my girlfriend being born was a bad thing, but her birthdays tend to turn out horribly and such. she is my everything and i worry about her constantly. i can’t wait until the day she is here and SAFE. i love margo <3, without her i’d still have no point in life. i thank my friends for putting up with my… jerkyness.