My name is Amanda.
But most people call me Manda,NOT Mandy
I’ve never met some of my best friends.
I daydream almost every minute of everyday.
I always assume the worst is coming, and I think things are much worse than they actually are.
I get my hopes up, but am usually disappointed.
I get hurt easily, and I hate crying in front of people.
I’m scared to love again, because of how many times I have been hurt.
I try to push people away before they can do that to me.
Because it’s better to hurt yourself, than to be hurt by someone else.
I say “I'm sorry” a lot, even if I didn’t do it, and it’s not my fault.
I don’t always know what to say, so sometimes I don’t say anything.
I always try to please other people, so I sometimes forget about myself.
I’m very forgiving, and will most likely forgive you for whatever you’ve done to me.
I’m scared of being alone and forgotten.
I always try to help anyone & everyone, just ask.
I always listen to everyone’s problems, but I feel bad when I tell them mine.
I do more for other people than I do for myself, but don’t try to walk all over me, I won’t let you.
I think my friends lie when they tell me I’m beautiful, but I don’t think I’m ugly.
My friends are the biggest, most important, part of my life.
They always support me, and are there for me no matter what.
They glue me back together after I’ve fallen apart.
I have a past, that isn’t pretty.
I’m scared to take chances, but only because I don’t want to fail.
I hate disappointing people.
I keep secrets, but so does everyone else.
I depend on people to much.
I can be determined and passionate about something’s.
I’m very random, and say the first silly thing that comes to mind.
If you’re around me when I’m happy, you will laugh until you cry.
If you’re around me when I’m sad, you will cry until you laugh.
I love meeting people who change my life.
I like to think I will change yours.
I think I’m not worth much, but I have been wrong before.
I won’t back down when I think I’m right, but I will admit when I’m wrong.
I can be a real bitch, so don’t be rude.
I’m smarter than people think.
I love to prove people wrong, and change their opinions about me.
I’m full of surprises.
I shock people.
I can be sweet and kind, but then I will turn around and be rude and vulgar.
Sometimes I wish I could just live in my mind, the worlds I create there are better that the real one.
Stars are my favorite shape, my grandma used to say it’s because I was born one.
My mind moves faster than the rest of me.
Sometimes I’m clever.
I still have bad dreams
I can quote movies like no one else.
I always sing along to the songs that I know.
My Cell Phone and my ipod are my best friends, I would die without them.
I usually have my headphones on, music is my drug.
I would rather text you than call you.
Gummy Bears are my favorite.
I like simple things.
I like to swing on the swings at the park.
I like to play in the snow and jump in rain puddles.
I sing in the shower and dance with my friends in the car.
I believe in magic.
I play pretend.
Green is NOT a boy color, and it is STILL my favorite.
I wish on stars.
I want to be a writer, but I’m extremely lazy.
I’m slightly perverted, and immature, but you’ll love me for it.
I’m self cautious and unsure, but that’s part of my charm.
A lot of people have already given up on me, so I sometimes expect it.
I can’t promise you that you will be my first, or last anything, but you might be the best.
I give away my heart easily, and I always care too much.
I’m very stubborn, and I refuse to give up on people, even when everyone else already has.
I’m very mischievous.
I have recently begun to measure choices not by right or wrong, but by weather or not I will have regrets; this tends to get me into trouble.
I always get myself into the worse situations.
I believe in the power of words, they can heal the soul.
I hate to lie, but do it anyway; there are only a handful of people that I can’t lie to.
Despite that, I’m honest more often than not.
I’m NOT self-centered or selfish, no matter how many sentences I start with “I”.
I want someone to catch me when I fall.
I’d love to be loved, I need to be needed, and I want to be wanted.
I’m dying to be accepted.
I'm dying to be loved.
I’m not innocent, or pure, I have scares, and bad memories.
I’ve been damaged, broken, and fixed, I’m held together with glue and duck-tape.
But I still think I’m a good person, with an amazing personality, and a big heart.
I will love you for forever, if you stay.