You know what, I'm freaking done keeping this **** going. I can keep on whining and crying about how much people pick on me and how I wish I was less awkward and all that shiz, but at the end of the day that's never really going to make a damn difference. I realize now that I really am the only one that can make me happy, so even though it's going to be difficult, I'm going to have to change whether I like it or not, because I just can't keep going on like this, I mean I'm beginning to really dislike myself and that's not something I want to feel for the rest of my life. Though it may be drastic, if I want the respect I crave than I'm going to have to change.
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"I have my own system, don't get involved"
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(irl)
..eeeh.. There was a lot I had to say to you, but it seems like you just don't want me around. I get it. You just don't like me as much as her. Have fun.. I'll stay here.. as usual..
I have a distinct feeling that my presence and the way I try to use some humor erks you and you ****ing want me off the internet. But you also use humor that I don't find funny and keep ****ing using it on me just to piss me off. So have fun with your **** hypocrite.
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If you cannot handle me at my pumpkin spiciest, you do not deserve me at my pumpkin sweetest
icon from Empoh
Eh, this is just a song that explains my life at school. First world problems. Skip ahead~
She sees them walking in a straight line, that's not really her style.
And they all got the same heartbeat, but hers is falling behind.
Nothing in this world could ever bring them down.
Yeah, they're invincible, and she's just in the background.
And she says,
"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."
He sees them talking with a big smile, but they haven't got a clue.
Yeah, they're living the good life, can't see what he is going through.
They're driving fast cars, but they don't know where they're going.
In the fast lane, living life without knowing.
And he says,
"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids they seem to get it.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."
And they said,
"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.
"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to get it.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."
I Don't freaking underestimate them. They're strong dogs. One of them was extremely happy and jumped on me. It easily got a little "oof" out of me. The other pit bull was gigantic and pure muscle. She was solemn though and just lied on her belly and usually walked around.
If you're wondering, they were both pit bulls.
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the more obscure your favorite cartoons are, the more refined your taste is
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Okay, so I really did expect to see some...weird results with what I was searching for, but that? I do believe I have fulfilled my 'WTH-worthy fanfics' need for the day, assuming I even have such a need.
I'm scared to even read that fanfic. Where do people get these ideas?
That mini-heart attack when your computer freezes and it froze right when you were typing out a personal message.
Love you too computer.
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I don't want to talk for a reason. You'll want to talk me out of being with the one I love, which will end my happiness, and will leave me in utter depression for a long while. I will be moving around the topic and avoiding it when you bring it up. I've already told you too much. I just don't feel... like I need to tell you. I feel as though I didn't even need to tell you as much as I already have. So if you want to hear more tomorrow, I can assure you, that you won't. It's best if you stick with anime, and I stick with DS. Lets keep it that way.
--- ~ Nami One-Trick ~
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So, everything was fine last night, and then today you send me a message and end everything, sending my happiness crashing down.
So, we're through. We're over.
You know, I'm really pissed off at you right now. You want help, we offered to help you, but no, you go on and pretend and don't accept the help me and my friend offer.
I'm kind-of glad though. I'm kind-of glad this is over. I'm was confused about it, really, but never said anything. I'm kind-of glad it didn't work out. Yeah, I'm sad, but I'll get over it and I'll try my hardest to forget about you.
I won't forgive you next time. And I won't take you back.
I can be happy again, by being alone.
I'm sorry. Really I am. I question myself too just as much as you do. Why did I have to become such a mild and sulking person? Why I can't I explain my feelings? Why does beautiful music make me think so deeply? Why do I feel like no one cares even when they try to convince me otherwise? I guess that's an easy answer though. I've never been cared for in real life. Not once. No one has ever tried helping me. They've never even acknowledged me. It's the Internet. People can say they care but it's not enough. Sometimes they think I need to be yelled at when in reality yelling me into submission makes it worse. So what I'm sensitive? So what I like MLP? So what I'm more down than others? Can't people except it and actually help me instead of just watching me drown and cripple while giving me simple words like "I'm sorry this is happening to you." If you're sorry then help me. I just want to know people, in real life too, actually give a crap. I just want to be normal. I want to stop questioning why I'm still alive if people rarely care that I help others without asking for help back. Well...until now anyway. Now I want help...because I'm just so tired of everything. No one understands me. I don't understand me. If there were a solution...besides the solution I've had for quite some time now. No, I think about it, but I don't have the courage to. I can't. I need another solution...something to just make me smile for once.
And thank you very much to those who make me want to kill myself. I needed that. You have no right to bully me. I'm an easy target sure, but what does that give you? Pride in causing a death? Why? Why did that ever start. I never did anything to any of you. That's what hurts more. Everyone that's hurt me, I've never hurt, only helped, but I get treated like trash anyway. Why me? That's all I want to know.
Dear Transformice community. ( a game i barely play anymore due to it's shimmy, whiny and snitchy community community)
I'm tired of stupid windbags like you. I mean, fudge you stupid molasses. You call people noobs over one fudging mistake and you screech like freaking Ringwraiths if you receive minor criticsm. I'm tired of your fudging shim community of TFM, this is going to you too mods. You mods allow all this stupid bullying shim to get past. You rest on your little fat molasses doing nothing to help TFM. You just practically let the community degrade into shim. Now community, you're a freaking fudging shim molasses. Whenever you toss insults at me at how noob I am and laugh at me whenever I die as sham. You try to pass it off as if it's a good thing but it's not. It's like having a sword shove down my throat. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I DID THIS SHIM TO YOU IRL? WOULD YOU FEEL GOOD? NO. YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF. YOUR A STUPID MOLASSESHOLE, YOU HAVE NO MORALS! IF I WERE NEXT TO YOU TRANSFORMICE COMMUNITY. I KICK YOUR CHEST SO HARD THAT MY SHOE WOULD GO INTO YOUR STOMACH AND I'D HAVE TO TIE MY SHOE IN YOUR MOUTH. I'M TIRED OF YOU. FUDGING IDIOTS. /endrant
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the more obscure your favorite cartoons are, the more refined your taste is
i hate Hong Kong
i hate not living in England
stop asking me what it's like
the answer will be "fine"
but the real answer will be "i ****ing hate it and want to go home."
My 8 year friend has been corrupted by social networking.
He used to go fishing, hunting, whittling, we were like brothers.
Now all he can talk about is sex, girls, and his followers on instagram.
R.I.P ******* (name censored for security reasons)
I know how you feel man
I swear, it's the zombie apocalypse right in front of our eyes
Except less guts and more hashtags
"So far over 5 bajillion people have been overtaken by this 'plague' Will YOU be next? If a person close to you has been exhibiting unusual behavior (stupidity, hashtagging, obsession with miley cyrus), they may have 'socialnetwork-itus'. Call now at 1-800-888-8888 to get the cure! (Cyanide injections)"
I'm sorry. Really I am. I question myself too just as much as you do. Why did I have to become such a mild and sulking person? Why I can't I explain my feelings? Why does beautiful music make me think so deeply? Why do I feel like no one cares even when they try to convince me otherwise? I guess that's an easy answer though. I've never been cared for in real life. Not once. No one has ever tried helping me. They've never even acknowledged me. It's the Internet. People can say they care but it's not enough. Sometimes they think I need to be yelled at when in reality yelling me into submission makes it worse. So what I'm sensitive? So what I like MLP? So what I'm more down than others? Can't people except it and actually help me instead of just watching me drown and cripple while giving me simple words like "I'm sorry this is happening to you." If you're sorry then help me. I just want to know people, in real life too, actually give a crap. I just want to be normal. I want to stop questioning why I'm still alive if people rarely care that I help others without asking for help back. Well...until now anyway. Now I want help...because I'm just so tired of everything. No one understands me. I don't understand me. If there were a solution...besides the solution I've had for quite some time now. No, I think about it, but I don't have the courage to. I can't. I need another solution...something to just make me smile for once.
And thank you very much to those who make me want to kill myself. I needed that. You have no right to bully me. I'm an easy target sure, but what does that give you? Pride in causing a death? Why? Why did that ever start. I never did anything to any of you. That's what hurts more. Everyone that's hurt me, I've never hurt, only helped, but I get treated like trash anyway. Why me? That's all I want to know.
So I know I don't know you that well at all, and what I say may not be worth a thing, but I just want you to know that I would care if something happened to you. I'd be pretty upset. You're one of the few people I'm still able to converse with on this site.
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Why does everyone expect perfection from me? Why is it when I make the TINIEST, most INCONSEQUENTIAL mistakes, I'm either lectured until my ears fall off, or a big drama is made out of it?
What did I ever do to deserve high expectations? I'm not a very accomplished person, so why do people treat my mistakes as if I've let the whole freakin' world down, regardless of what the mistake actually is?
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You can go get stuffed if you think you can threaten me, or if you're going to develop a childish personal vendetta against me.
Our tutor asked us if you'd been seen. I gave an honest answer (not that I would of lied about it under any circumstances, but the fact that I'm class rep means I have extra reason to tell the truth). I saw you during my break, and you never showed up for any classes. So I told the tutor that when asked if you had been seen. I didn't put forward any assumptions as to why you were not showing up (even though it's not hard to guess why). I simply said "I saw him, as have others". Heck, you came right up to my friends and I and TALKED TO US during our break, and you weren't in any classes before or after that. Not to mention your group of friends were also spotted.
I literally don't care to defend you OR have you removed from the class. That's not what this is. I would not of said a thing if I wasn't asked. I wasn't going to lie for you, though. Besides, the tutor stated he saw you himself after I answered his question. So my input means nothing in the end.
And honestly, if the risk of getting a phone call home bothers you so much, or if getting kicked out of the course bothers you so much - SHOW UP TO CLASS. If you weren't so busy being obsessed with GTA V or obsessing over one of the two girls in our class and following her around when she's skipping classes all of the time (who I know you are only pursuing because she has a nice body and a cute face), and you actually showed up to class, and made an effort when you DO show up, then maybe you wouldn't be in this mess. You being in this position is in no way my fault.
What makes this hilarious though, is that you did request one of those course transfer sheets to fill out, and when you got it, you refused to sign it for some odd reason, even though you hate the course we're doing.