About

im samantha.i am a bitchhh. everything is falling apart for me.14. im the creeper and thats the boys i like to date. rob zombie is my kind of god. im sweet but if needed ill break your jaw. my best friend loves me. im very open minded and layed back.i like to stand out, i have a wierd colorful style. i say wierd things and make ridiculous comments.(:

“Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground. The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties. Mom was your hero. Dad was the boy you were going to marry. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest. War was a card game. Cough medicine was the only drug you had ever heard of. Drama was a type of play. Wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut. When you said wasted you were talking about time. The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was skinned knees. The only things that could get broken were your toys. Life was simple and care free. But what I remember the most, was wanting to grow up."

"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."