Don't ask lol

[Smartie Cookie]

I don't like smartie cookies but there is a large explanation for the nickname lol
my uncle came up with it unfortunately.... >> don't ask lol
so ya turning sixteen in a few months yay me haha, moved to my dad's four months ago or so, broke up with a guy I was dating for 8 months just over a month ago... sorry bud (I had reason <<)
so ya got bored, figured I'd have some fun getting to know some people :)
trust me i don't like having a 160IQ .... too stinken high and embarassing. All of a sudden my family finds out and starts throwing random puzzles at me like come on leave the gal alone lol oh well puzzles are fun.
Baught a new mystery book/thriller called Die Smiling by Linda Ladd and I must say... ADDICTED! lol

ok ok anything else all you want to know about Cookie?
:D

[Tim]

160 very good :)

welcome to teenforums

[Smartie Cookie]

there is a trick to raising your IQ levels :)...... practice practice practice.... read read read.... math math and more math.... and learn to draw lol
I'm serious :D after I learned to draw my IQ jumped by 15 points hehe
music too :D

My friends say I should go into psychology cuz they just lovvveee how I bug them by supposedly r3eading their minds but I rather go into criminology. It isn't reading minds that I do I just prosses what peopel say and do and analize personalities lol. Not my fault... :D it's sort of an automatic thing XD

[jcbangl]

kool..
welcome to tf
im krystal aka jcbangl.. hope u enjoy ur stay here..

[TinksX]

hi and welcome to TF hunni hope you have a good time around here sure you'll get to meet some new people on here to!!!
I'm Sophie

xxxxx

[Shane]

Welcome to Teen Forums.
I hope you enjoy your stay here.
And I look forward to seeing your Intelligence Quota put to the test around the forums. ;)

[g36calex]

welcome!!

[klgsbaby]

I don't like smartie cookies but there is a large explanation for the nickname lol
my uncle came up with it unfortunately.... >> don't ask lol
so ya turning sixteen in a few months yay me haha, moved to my dad's four months ago or so, broke up with a guy I was dating for 8 months just over a month ago... sorry bud (I had reason <<)
so ya got bored, figured I'd have some fun getting to know some people :)
trust me i don't like having a 160IQ .... too stinken high and embarassing. All of a sudden my family finds out and starts throwing random puzzles at me like come on leave the gal alone lol oh well puzzles are fun.
Baught a new mystery book/thriller called Die Smiling by Linda Ladd and I must say... ADDICTED! lol

ok ok anything else all you want to know about Cookie?
:D hey welcome to TF im klgs baby
be proud of your IQ it will get you far in life lol. hope you enjoy it here as i have and will.
anything else just ask. catcha later

[lipgloss]

Welcome to TF!!
You sound like a cool person, and thumbs up for the IQ!
Hope you enjoy it here. I, for one, am a fan!

[zakarius]

why howdy

enjoy your stay at TF >.<

[GemmaJamPot]

You seem pretty awesome :) I look forward to seeing you posting!
Im Gemma and am pleased to meetchoo :)

X

[n0iZe]

Welcome to the forum! :d

[Smartie Cookie]

Lol nice welcoming party :D

Don't worry about the IQ people lol I don't usually try to outsmart people. My IQ is mostly centered around scenario comprehension. As well as math and psychology. No degrees yet since I am not done high school but hey ;) I'm getting there.
You'll most likely see me around spots where people ask for help with something. I like focusing on the positive side of things lol. even though life as thrown me more than my share of the negativity around the world.

Just to let you peeps know.
I have had my share of bad boyfriends - one hurt me well enough (restraining order)
I grew up with split parents and recently moved to my fathers. When I did so I got disowned by my mother and lost half my family in less than three months.
I know what it feels like to lose a good friend and/or pet.

Just a few things so if you peeps notice me saying something about those thins to people who need help with them. I have been there ;)

:D I am normally happy :D yet have sad moments no worries lol I AM human lol every human cries ;)

[TinksX]

yeah sounds like you've had it hard we all have our hard moments and i can safely say that on TF most of the people try to support other members and help them so i'm sure you'll be welcome in your advice.

See you around

xxx

[-Luke-]

You sound like an interesting person!
Welcome to Tf =D

[Smartie Cookie]

I'm just one who sees the world through different eyes and tries... tries too hard... to see the good in as much as she can ;)
even if I fall off a cliff doing it. haha did that this morning lmao. in real life it's a two foot drop. In my mind it's a mile.
lol good times good times ;)

haha I finished my book XD on to the next... oh wow lol jumped from adult level to grade six in the book category... whoops. should of read the back better XD

[TeenageDirtbag]

Hey!
Welcome to Tf.

[Skitzafreak]

I just noticed you had this thread >>

Hi....*poke* x infinity :P

[Smartie Cookie]

This morning I had a friend ask "How the f*** do you stay so f****** positive! Life sucks! I would of killed myself-or someone else if I went through what you did! How the hell are you not in a f****** psyco hospital girl?!"
So i answered. And I figured I might as well say it here as well. And you people learn a little more about me so I don't keep randomly saying something I went through and confusing all you at some point. That friend has me totally wrong.......
As far as he knew I never told him that I do often believe i should pay a visit to the RO.
Like I stated somewhere in these forums previously, my mother was sixteen when I was born and my father was nineteen.
That's all you people know so far (except for skitz).
I was born eleven weeks early, at 2.7lb, my skin was so thin that I looked a dark purple. My ears were still forming, as well as my lungs. So the jumped me with a bunch of steroids to try and keep me going. The docs said that I might not make it. I spent a month in an incubator, then off and on in it for an other month before I hit 5lb and the docs released me from the hospital. I payed frequent visits to get tests done. And came across pneumonia a few times. When I got sick my mother never really tried very hard to keep me alive. She even refused to let teh docs do a few procedures here and there when they thought they should.
My father was supposed to get me every weekend. But my mother would refuse him access. He had to have the cops escort me to him a bunch of times then escort me back to my mother's. I rarely saw my father when I was young. When ever I went to dad's in teh winter I was in a T-shirt and shorts, no boots, no jacket. Sick sick sick. Dad would normally bing me to teh hospital and get meds. My mother hardly ever used the meds on me.
If I ever did something wrong at my mother's I'd get cornered in the corner of a room and she wouldn't touch me but yell at me so hard that I was scared enough to wet my pants. I was a quiet child and clinged to anyone and everyone who was not my mother and showed me kindness. Often told that I was not supposed to be living on what we call Earth, and that I was a mistake. I cried when Mother couldn't hear me. When I cried in my stroller she would ignore me and stick me in the hall.
No oen ever saw her be mean to me. I never tol danyone she was mean. If I did, no one believed me because my mother played the perfect innocence act. When I got older and started weighing my life at my mother's vs the one I had at my father's I started getting worse inside while at my mother's. Going to my father's was liek having a big sparkle of happiness and hope.... just to be thrown away for two weeks when I went back to my mother's (she made the court make it so I only saw my father 4 days a month - every second weekend). I often took sharp things too my room, placed them on my bed and stare. Imaging the sharp end sticking somewhere vital on me or someone who hurt me. Never did any of it to anyone tho, except for myself. Being the failure I was told I was. Usually those marks were only made by my nails, because when I got upset I would curl in a ball, hide my face and dig the sharp part of my nails into my forearms to stop myself from crying loudly.
When I met andrew, it was like the sun poked through the cloouds and I suddenly had someone who would listen to what I had to say and not call me a lier or a failer. He even sent me a text a few times when I was at my worst and ready to gie up. I wouldn't give up because he's remind me of all teh people who cared about me. It got bad when he started getting too close, saying i owed hima few times. I still do not go into detail about the relationship I had with him.
Recetly I moved to my father's (march). I refused to come in contact with my mother. I'd contact her side of the family through my grandma. (the only one on my mother's side of the family I was ever attached to). In June i went to the court house and say my mother for teh first time since I refused to go back. The court gave my father full custody and my mother absolutly no access unless I requested it in advance to the date that I wished to see her (never gona happen). They then stated that they wanted me to go to a council appointment with my mother and father to maybe sort out our differences.
When we went to the council thing, my mother went there strait from work. While we were in eth waiting room, I decided to try to be nice. said "Hey mommy. Did you come here strait from work?" she ignored me just liek she used to when I said I loved her. I repeated myself a few times and then she snapped. "DON'T EVER CALL ME MOM. You rejected me as your mother. If you wish to address me address me by my REAL name!"
My heart sank... Took a lot to fight back the tears. But hey, nails=no tears. Then we get called in. I hardly got a word out because my mom had a fit... like she had when I was standing in a corner or something. But this time it was worse. If my father and the nice lady weren't in there i'd swear her hands would of been around my kneck. Her eyes were black. Her voice like that of the devil. The poor nice lady there kept trying to tell her that the things she was saying was not that a mother should ever say to her child... (I am in tears as I right this...) Then when the lady realized that my motehr wasn't going to quit she started frequently asking me to leave, because I was going into shock, probably was in shock. Couldn't breath, but refused to leave my father's side. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and ran out the door and into teh washroom where i called one of my friends. The washroom was 20-30 feet away from the room my mother, father and the nice lady were in. I could... could still hear my mother screaming at them. Hear the lady deffending me. My father deffending both the lady and me. It was about half an hour before I heard them stop and my mother yell "I don't give a fuck how she feals! She can die for all I care!"............ when i heard that I ran out of the washroom and aroudn the corner to avoid contact. then when I had the courage to pear around the corner I couldn't find my father. I went to see the nice lady.
She was upset... I scared her when I said "Excuse me ms," and after she jumped, turned around and said I startled her i said "I'm s s sor ry. D d did d d dad d dy ss say wh where h h he w went?" she said he went down stairs to find me because when he didn't see me he thought I went outside for fresh air.
I took the elevator down and started freaking. Thinking in my head "Daddy :'( DADDY!... WHERE YOU GO?! DADDYYYYYYY"
I stept oputside the front doors... the car was gone.... my mother was standing at the side of the building. I ran all teh way around looking for the car. Couldn't find it. So phoned my step mother. "I can't find daddy! Where's daddy?! I'm scared! Scared!" (that's a fifteen and a half year old screaming)... while tracy soothed me down. Dad was at the other psych building parking lot borrowing a girl's cell to try and get a hold of me, or my step mom. But because the two of us were talking he couldn't. I was so out of it I didn't see him there. He saw me and was yelling my name. I was looking strait at him but didn't hear him, or see him. He had to run up to me and grab my shoulders.
I told him I was on the phone with his wife and that, that was why he couldn't reach me. Then explained how I was afraid and avoided my mom. He hugged me. Said it was ok. Asked if I wanted to go home. WHen I nodded and started to cry he guided me back to teh car... where I sat teh whole drive crying for the first time, a normal cry.
I cried for many days after... still cry to this day.

But out of all that horidity...............

I now live in place where I am treated liek an equal, given regular hugs, told I love you, am able to spend time with family when I need to, able to have my private time. Away from a possessive Ex.... counting my blessings now. And even seeing my grandma again tomorrow for teh first time since march.



Life gets better in the end when you reach for what give you JOY. So stay happy and count the good parts. Bad things don't last long in a world where you are bound to teh Earth by people who love you for who you are.........

It's the end of one life... yet the begining of an other.

[Skitzafreak]

There is a lesson to be learned here (and it is one of my philosophies I guess :P)....

Life is about balance. No matter how much evil is done to you, good things shall happen in the end to balance it out. Likewise, if you are evil and stupid, you will have evil and cruel things done to you.

[Smartie Cookie]

I posted that because it will have all of you learn a little more about me.... and show that goals are never too far away.