How DARE you hold money over his head in order to see me. I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to breathe the same air you do. I don't want to see you I don't want to see you I don't want to see you I don't want to see you I don't want to see you just go away you already left me once why don't you just leave forever
So I hand you, the fix it felix of this house, a small honeywell fan and you cannot be assed to see what might be wrong with it? When I left to dog sit for a week... NOT ONLY THAT BUT MOM GOT ME ANOTHER TINY FAN AND YOU STORED THAT IN YOUR SHED LIKE THE APE MAN THAT YOU WASTE OF FLESH ARE? AND YOU EXPECT ART FROM ME?! **** YOU! THAT'S NOT HOW **** WORKS!
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If you cannot handle me at my pumpkin spiciest, you do not deserve me at my pumpkin sweetest
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What the hell has happened? Things used to be different, easier and more harmonious and open. But now the understanding has been replaced by confusion and what once was wholesome is now fragmented into many distorted pieces. Maybe it is all just a natural way of how things are supposed to go or, alternatively, I am just drifting away.
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Here comes another plunge further into suicidalness. I hate that I’m this way but I can’t help it. I wonder if I’d still be this way if I hadn’t gotten involved with this community early this year.
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“No one knows what the outcome will be. So, as much as you can, choose whatever you'll regret the least.” - Levi Ackerman
Talking to her made me realie that im complaining about things i shouldn't. I'll keep silent about it all now. My life isn't the worst it could be and so i have no right to be acting like i have been through what she has been through. even if i feel like dying i wont talk about it again. its not my place to be allowed to talk about this kind of thing. i will smile and say evrything is okay. because its not the worst it could be.
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--- I just realised that I might not know what the hell is going on
sometimes i hate working in a nursing home because of the stuff that i see. a big part of why some of these people go so downhill is because of what the families do to them. it really breaks my heart and theres nothing you can do. you cant make someone have a heart and visit their mother to make sure she eats. and you cant make them stay longer than 10 minutes. or make them visit at all. the families act like they care but they're only showing up out of guilt.
One of my favourite people of all of my lifetime and now the probabilities say that I am never going to be able to say hello to you. Life is life, I guess... Damn it... damn it.
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I might give you more opinions... for a small fee of course.
refilling medical stuff and generally doing anything legal is extremely irritating and difficult when your documents are split up between divorced parents; one of which who refuses to let me have some of the stuff i need
Last night I had a dream that you and I started talking again. I messaged you on Tumnlr (which as far as I know you don't have in real life) and we talked as if nothing ever happened between us. You were perfectly in character, it was so real. I wish this could happen in real life. I just wish I had you back as a friend. I'd give anything for that.
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“No one knows what the outcome will be. So, as much as you can, choose whatever you'll regret the least.” - Levi Ackerman
I keep telling myself that I’ll never make the mistake of making friends again, and yet here I am once again, hurt because I let myself get too attached. Why do I keep doing this to myself? I can’t even follow my own instructions. I wish I could just turn my emotions off like a light switch. Maybe then I could finally get **** done.
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"There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want." -Calvin, Calvin and Hobbes