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M y L ove . ..
I love you
its breaking my heart
ive waited till
from you erasing your days of grey
so strong now
for what ive said in vow
can't i stand
to be strong on the day when i used to can?
i love you
it hurts me so deeply inside
but you are
standing tall then before
you dont have to suffer like that no more
- We The Mysterious...-
We The Mysterious...
The Moonlight is full tonight,
So let out your howl out!
Lou, and clear, out of sight,
There is nothing to doubt.
That we the animal is the mysterious,
We are sneaky, we walk on fours..
With our teeth and claws meant for Vicious..
Our eyes glow.. in the shadow of the dark...
we are more then just smart,
We are the wolves of he mystery.
Beware of us, we are the murky,
So think again, don't judge.
We are the mysterious, that will never ever budge.
I'm sorry. It's not my fault...
I will never do it again. What did I do..?
I'll leave you alone. I don't want to....
I can go away. I can't..
You don't have to care. I want you too..
Goodbye. No, please..
I don't want to see your face again. I will miss that face so much..
I wouldn't miss you. What am I saying..
I hope you feel the same way. NO! PLEASE!
I didn't need you. I always needed you..
I NEVER NEEDED YOU. I really do..
You were never special to me. So special..
You were nothing. You were my everything.
I didn't love you. I love you so much
You're stupid. So stupid, it's cute.. That's why I love you.
You're stubborn. I still love you.
I hate you. I love you.
You're not mine. You were mine..
Some advice for my friend.
Well for the past week I've been trying to cheer up my friend who recently broken up with her boyfriend. They left each other because her boyfriend was foolish, and didn't trust her; but trusted rumors of her cheating instead. Her boyfriend moved on really quick and is now with another girl.
She's hurt, heartbroken. And all I can do is talk to her out.
Recently, my problem has been similiar. I've lost my beautiful, because of a mistaken error; plus my friend too whom I trusted so much. .-. They now know me as a "liar" So therefore I've been heartbroken, crying, and all that great stuff. A couple weeks past I've been feeling better.
I told her that, it'll be fine. Life goes on. She keeps telling me repetitive phrases like, "I miss him" and "I want to be back with him." I know it's hard. I want my babe back too. I also can't believe he would do that to me either. I loved him so much I regret so many things. I regret not telling him how much he meant to me, because he never knew.
...I left the world unspoken.
...Memories are hovering.
Fast has gone,
...This is our breaking bond.
wut is this shiet
He will always be in my heart. One day I'll meet him and feel his warming hugs, and listen to his soothing voice. If anything happens again I will always remember what he has done for me and in our relationship. <3 How much he worked hard off our love. He deserved it. Ive made so many mistakes but he was always there to fix them.
Im glad I've met him, and I hope he did too. Even though right now we're having a hard time bonding again, I just want him to know this. Because I've never told him why I loved him anyways did I... He's perfect to me.. His personality, his texts make me smile everyday. I don't care about distance.
I am not afraid to tell people at school that i'm in love with him. I still want our future. Our future to be together. Going to college together everyday and see each other... I hope he wanted that too. I wish he still loved me.. But I would rather leave him alone if he's miserable of me. I wouldn't want him to be angry all the time. I just.. v.v I just want. Tha
When all I thought of was you.
When all I think about was you,
All the things we did, the problems we've gone through.
When I watched the snow drift down beyond me,
I smile just to only think, "I'm glad that he is now free..."
Free from my grasp who made him miserable,
Free from a broken heart that wasn't curable.
I couldn't cry anymore, knowing he was happier without me.
Wishing he'd still be here, I still love him as you can see.
Remember when all we talked about was our future.
Remember when we're too happy about each other we repeated, "Chuuuu"
Remember when we were always there for each other?
Remember when we were up all night last summer and I fell asleep?
Can you remember how many times we repeated "Goodnight" and "I lub chuu"?
Remember all of our time together within 9 months?
When we first first met on March 9th,
where we disliked each other till one day?
Remember that time when you were as hyperactive and always said hai first to me when we started getting closer?
When I thought I would never like your perverted side, but then changed my mind?
Can you remember when all you showed me was your smile and happiness.
Even though you were having stress?
That time where we had hardships, but forget them the next couple days?
Can you just remember every single memory we had?
The time I lost my internet?
The time where I couldn't find my way?
Do you remember our plans in the future,
Going down th
The Young, The Wild, and The FreeDear Gabby,
This is a letter that I have wanted to write to you for over three years. I have used countless excuses: No time, no courage, no inherent reason. I have told myself countless times that writing letters to people like you is useless because people like you do not listen, no matter the person, the time, the medium, nor the words. You just do not, or maybe will not, listen. But, I guess in the realm of things this does not matter, because here I am, neither drunk nor sober, writing down my words on a piece of scrap paper you'll look at, but never read.
I was always quiet and you were always loud, and our friends told us it was okay because opposites attract. In public, it was funny. You would laugh and grasp my shoulder when you rambled on and I did not reply, but just listened. However, when we would arrive back at my apartment, it was always different. Instead of laughing, you would yell. Instead of grasping, you would pu
I'm Not a CutterJust because I'm not a Cutter,
Doesn't mean I can't feel pain.
It just means I’m strong enough,
to fight the battle, without giving up,
or succumbing to my own agony.
It just means, that I'm strong enough to go on.
We're Waiting.To be a good writer is to be you. To be a good artist is to be you. To be anything is to be you. Dream. Live. Wonder. Create. And be yourself.
Because you are the one who can make the change that everyone's been waiting for. You can do what others were too afraid to do. You just need a little push, and a lot of hope.
But most of all, you need you. Your individuality. Your uniqueness. Your creativity. Your imagination. And if you tie that all together, you can create something absolutely beautiful. Something new. Something amazing. Something we've all been waiting for.
The world is waiting for the next J.K Rowling. The world is waiting for the next Van Gogh. The world is waiting for the next Beethoven. The next Einstein. The next John F. Kennedy. The world is waiting for you. We're waiting for a change. And who's the say you can't make a change? Who's to say you can't make a difference?
You can. You most certainly can. All you need is a dream, hope, and a little bit of imagination. And
Depression.Depression feels like you've been sucked into a hole with no escape, very little air. Feels like someone's pushing you down, holding you and crushing your stomach. It feels like your drowning in air, yet everyone else is breathing.
You try to get better, some days you feel better than others but that doesn't mean your "cured." it just means your a bit happier than the previous day. In other words, you could say depression is where the days go by are covered in fog; sometimes the following days are brighter than others, but still have fog - around the edges. Sometimes it's really dark and gloomy, and its hard to make them bright.
We all have different ways of dealing with it, medication, talking to people; whether that be a therapist or your family or friends, alcohol, cutting, illegal drugs, unsubscribed medication, and so on and so forth. We all have different ways, yes perhaps not always a healthy option is chosen but at least it's something that dulls the pain.
bullyingbullying is never going to stop
so stop protesting
and live with it
I don't give a fluff if you've never been bullied
but I have
and so have more than half the people in the world
instead of protesting
help and stand up for someone who has been bullied
don't just sit there
My Angel Mother/ My Devil Father My angel mother was soft, nice, and was sweetest of all mothers whenever she made herself presentable to me. Somehow even on my darkest days she convinces me everything is going to be alright. It's rare that she gets me to stay happy now and sometimes she even convinces me to be nice to people even when they harm me. She says to me to try to respect everyone and realize my mistakes when I make them and be sure to learn from them to make me a better person. She offered the best advice throughout my whole entire life and I cry at the thought of losing her, knowing without her my sanity is gone along with the good morals she taught me. She's been with me since the day I was born along with my mortal mother, who also cared for me. My mortal mother cared for me when I needed physical help, but my angel mother helped me when it came to mental help. Angel mother had a good way of keeping my mind in a calm state when I was younger, but as I got older someone else showed up and st
Please see meSome of them walk by, dressed sharply, rushing off to their respective destinations.
“My body hurts…”
Some carrying briefcases, filled with important documents no doubt.
Others have less formal clothing, boilers suits or overalls, hardhats.
Construction workers I wager.
Some stop for a short moment, checking their watch, lighting a cigarette, then move on.
The scene blurs a bit.
“Please… no more”
A man stops; he looks right at me, his eyes a mystery, his brow furrowed.
“Can’t take it…”
He grimace slightly, moving along, pretending he never saw anything.
“Don’t force me to go back…”
I stumble and fall onto my back, grunting painfully.
A man with a hardhat and a coffee mug jogs over and leans over me.
“Oi lad, you okay?”
For the first time ever, someone sees me, really sees me, the man’s eyes go wi
Just Venting"Are you alright?"
"Wow, you're good. Why aren't you in honors?"
Because I know I'll fail.
"Hello? ...You okay?"
"Wow, I didn't mean it. It was a fucking joke...Hello? Hey, I said I'm sorry."
"You don't appreciate anything."
"You're so lazy."
"Wow, what's got you in such a pissy mood?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"...Over a month."
"When was the last time you talked to him?"
"And that boy you talked about, you're still with him?"
"He cheated on me."
"You don't trust many people, do you?"
"I trust far more than I should."
"For someone with all these problems, you sure do smile a lot."
Have you ever had the feeling...Have you ever had the feeling like you just don't know what to do? Where you just can't even think of what to say or who to talk to? Like you're being torn between two sides and you just don't know who to pick? Like if you make one wrong move, you'll be sent down a slippery slope with no return?
I feel like this every day. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what not to say. I don't know who I should and shouldn't be talking to. I don't know what questions are safe to ask, and what ones are better left unsaid.
I can't simply hide away from it all. And I can't simply do something too drastic. I feel like I'm being forced to feel some way when I feel another. Like I'm the bad guy for staying true to myself.
I'll get in big trouble if I make a mistake, and I don't know how to keep going without making one. I'm terrified of the inevitable fates that I see...I can't find a path to a good outcome no matter how much I think it over...
No one tells me straight up what's wrong, I have to
Here's your Rantract
While you write your long paragraphs of amazing drama.
I will write you a short note.
I just want to say how much everyone dislikes you.
You are a fake friend. I don't think he deserved to even meet you.
You didn't know me that well either. I told you many times.
I am a very sensitive person. Oh no. You drew over a picture without permission.
Cool. Made me real upset and go upside down.
You refused to take it down. You told me to forget all dis shit and move on right?
Then be a good bitch and take it down honeybuns.
Another thing is, when we got back together. Yu go bitchface at him, like you CARED.
I swear real friends wouldn't care. Why would you even care? Are you going to butt in?
Alright. Keep going around and talking about us being in the following:
RUDE. IGNORANT. FAKE. PETTY. TWO FACED. STUCK UP. STUPID.
Girlll....Thats you lolk. You're only 12. We're 14. We see what's wrong or right.
Be like your friend over there who's following you. Just say, "Forget you, I have a
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