With guys, I mean. Well, let's be honest. I have a LOT of problems with guys. I'm going to name a few.One: I hang out with tons of boys. I have no trouble whatsoever talking to a boy. Especially because I know how to pick 'em. Tall, cute, funny, athletic. And they end up liking me. A lot. You know, I even think they start to love me. But you know what? Friendship is all they want. Nothing else....

Growing up is inevitable, believe it or not. Just make sure you believe it now because it'll hurt like hell later down the road.I'm going to tell you a story. Unlike a lot of stories these days, this one has a point. And I'm seeing into it that my point gets across and if I'm lucky, you'll be able to learn a thing or two.Let's start off with the fact that I am fifteen and I'm still in the process...

my life couldn't possibly get any better. i've got everything i've always wanted, and i'm just getting started. anyway, i figured that the only environment friendly enough to actually read what i write is right here on mibba, i've decided to make it a habit of taking my love for blogging right here. :)i mean, blogging is can be classified under journals, right?so, back to the whole, 'my...

I remember when you first held my hand. And when you kissed me for the first time. I was scared to death and my heart was beating so fast I couldn't keep track how many beats per second it was beating. I remeber when the second I logged on to Myspace, you were the first person to comment me. And you walked up to me in the morning and talked to me because I was too much of a chicken to go up to...