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Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Oct 30th, '11, 10:28
by HeartofSteal
Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar.
Fish and chips and vineger, vinegar and pop.
Don't throw your trash in my backyard, my backyard, my backyard.
Don't throw your trash in my back yard, my backyard's full.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Oct 30th, '11, 11:07
by MooingMoe
You made me cry so hard that day and you did it to meagain. I was close to losing you. And I did now.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Oct 30th, '11, 20:39
by ladyceres
There is nothing wrong with me and my religion and I know you were trying to be caring but this is why we don't talk often. I know I should let it go but it's hard to when you meant it with all of your heart.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Oct 31st, '11, 06:27
by HanafuruLove
I have a new empathy now for those people with addictions that I couldn't understand why they wouldn't try to give them up.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Oct 31st, '11, 13:42
by Dragoness Arleeana
Afraid that you'll never amount to anything and that I'll never get anything I want out of this life because of it. Afraid that you'll leave me broken and hating this beautiful world because of you, making me even more bitter than I am now. Afraid to talk to you about my wants and desires because of what you will say, or what you won't say. Afraid to trust you. Afraid to not.
More than anything though...I'm afraid of losing you.
Afraid that you'll give me everything I want just for me to find out it's not enough. Afraid of loving this world. Afraid of having wants and desires. Afraid to trust myself. Afraid to not.
I'm afraid of myself.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Nov 1st, '11, 03:50
by Bramblelegs
[size=50]i wish i could just speak up and talk to you! :O
i have so many classes with you and it seems like your interested but i can't just open up... i'm sorry that i'm too afraid of what others think. i'm too afraid to hear what others have to say about me. Depression had changed me and now i can't get over it.[/size]
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Nov 1st, '11, 23:31
by ladyceres
You're slowly losing your memory and dying right before my eyes
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Nov 3rd, '11, 03:34
by HanafuruLove
Arrggg, I can feel it in my hands and shoulders. It's making it hard to do work. I don't want to toss objects, okay? If you're really my body then why won't you listen to me and control these urges?
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Nov 3rd, '11, 04:57
by Ciel-Kun
Most of my family hates me now. They found a new replacement for me.
I'm not smart, handsome, and super unnaturally obedient.
I'm a little rebellious but can you blame me? You're all 'Christians' but you say things that hurt us emotionally and physically.
You once told me that I can tell my parents that I'm wrong but I can't say anything with you?
What bullcrap are you feeding others?
I wish that I wasn't this bitter or angry but I am. Things are going downhill and with you here, it's getting worst.
If you're going to diss about my country or complain that you miss your mom then go back. I'd be happy to send you back. Honestly I don't want you here. The thing that pisses me off is that you have money but you fucking treat it like it's nothing and my dad is being ignorant in saying that what he's doing is good for the family.
Really? You ever tell us the detail until it's too late.
Honestly, I want to question all of you so bad but I won't because then I'll be disrespectful to you.
If I disappeared, I'm sure that you guys wouldn't care as much since you have her to replace me.
I'm nothing to you guys. I know that only my mom and sister would care but the rest of the family? I bet that you'd be living your life pretending to care about me and crap.
And if I'm wrong then sorry but that's how you treat me and make me think. If you didn't mean to act like that or say those things then I want you to be honest. I prefer to be hurt with honest words then get confused with fake ones.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Nov 3rd, '11, 15:19
by nel-tu-animoke
I feel like an idiot. Like an 5-year-old child.
What would happen if I'd die.
Do not fear, do not fear... I must not fear.
I still feel like an idiot. I listen to a sick music but I like it and I hate myself for that. Though... I don't mind hating myself. I don't hate myself so much anymore.
That's not it though...
He has no time.
I'm afraid to tell him the truth.