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rikaaim said:
I'm saying this on every thread that I can...


I got my story done! Whoooo hoooooo!!!!


I'm so happy. Thank God this one is over, now I can finally move on. Yui, I can finish that poem/story that I started for you now. Carson, I can finally get going on your story. I can finish yet another story that I started, and I can continue this one in chapter two. What made this so hard was setting it up just right.
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http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/japan/63634.gif Whoohoo! Go, Pasha! Can't wait to read it!
 
*raises eyebrow*

I am biting the inside of my cheek so hard I can taste blood.

Do I believe in coincidence ...no

that was entirely too fucking weird.
 
Rhys said:
*raises eyebrow*

I am biting the inside of my cheek so hard I can taste blood.

Do I believe in coincidence ...no

that was entirely too fucking weird.
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I've seen of which you speak, and ahhh.... *passes Hazmat suit* You need to docontaminate.


*sprays Lysol liberally*
 
rikaaim said:
I'm saying this on every thread that I can...


I got my story done! Whoooo hoooooo!!!!


I'm so happy. Thank God this one is over, now I can finally move on. Yui, I can finish that poem/story that I started for you now. Carson, I can finally get going on your story. I can finish yet another story that I started, and I can continue this one in chapter two. What made this so hard was setting it up just right.
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Congrats!
 
SlickTony said:
Congrats!
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Thank you. It's nice to feel support. Yui, thanks very much to you to my little glass doll.

On a side blurt, once again I have proven that I just can not help myself when it comes to two or more women enjoying themselves. Talk about enjoying the simple things... :D
 
carsonshepherd said:
might help your problem, at least.... ;)
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Sexy pic Carson. Just wanna say.

Hrm to question, since what I read is a bunch 'o flirting sluts :devil:

George would say: DISCUSTING!:catroar: PERVERTS!

:D :|
 
Packing the dried flowers from the five different funerals is bittersweet. I'm being careful, but I'm still worried they will be hurt during the move. ~wistful sigh~ They bring back so much emotion.
 
Celtic Princess said:
Packing the dried flowers from the five different funerals is bittersweet. I'm being careful, but I'm still worried they will be hurt during the move. ~wistful sigh~ They bring back so much emotion.
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Peace, Princess. :rose:
 
wondering if i should take my lunch box to work or if that would make me look like the geek i am...
 
vella_ms said:
wondering if i should take my lunch box to work or if that would make me look like the geek i am...
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So, is one geekier for taking a lunch box to work or for packing it up and leaving it on the counter in their haste to leave the house on their first day?

:eek:

Love you, blondie. There's always tomorrow to share your gooniness with the world.

:rose:

~lucky
 
I feel like a damn fool. I feel like an ass for doing this. I feel like a fucking loser trying desperately to get attention. I don't want your pity. I don't want your psuedo concern. I don't even want to fucking post this.

I have much to get over. I want to let it all spill. I long to say it one final time and be done with it.

To one person alone I say this next part:


I thought you were the answer. I thought you were my family. I thought I could live with you forever. You said fuck you. That's the last thing you'll ever say to me. That's fine. My delusions are now broken dear. My false hope has been shattered beyond repair. I know what we are. You can be angry at me. That is fine. I can not reply to it. As you would want, I don't care. I really don't care anymore. If you can't tell, I don't care about much anymore. I lied to myself. My rose colored glasses are gone.



The past is past. Even that fuck you I got. It's over. We are over.


This has been about my parents all along. Parents, to those of you who are, listen to your children. I am so fucked up right now because of my parents. I am so lost because they left me. They abandoned me. Physically they were there. It would have been better if they weren't. A friend showed me something the other day. In my poem "Little Boy" I am trying to extinguish the little boy with in me. In that manner I have become just like my parents. I too have begun a relentless assault against the young innocent within me. He once again is being berated, yelled at, and slowly destroyed. Only this time the one person I thought I could trust is doing it. Me.


I feel like a damn attention whore. I say these things in hopes that others may somehow gain some bennefit. I used to feel safe here. MY safe problem free internet world. I used to think a few blurts and a coupla nice comments could fix everything. I see I have so much to work through. I need real help. Not you guys.


I hide here. I run here. I'm tired of running. I'm just fucking tired. I wish I could eat. I wish I could breathe. I wish I could feel. I broke tonight. I was riding a buzz that lasted for a month. Tonight it broke.
 
rikaaim said:
I feel like a damn fool. I feel like an ass for doing this. I feel like a fucking loser trying desperately to get attention. I don't want your pity. I don't want your psuedo concern. I don't even want to fucking post this.

I have much to get over. I want to let it all spill. I long to say it one final time and be done with it.

To one person alone I say this next part:


I thought you were the answer. I thought you were my family. I thought I could live with you forever. You said fuck you. That's the last thing you'll ever say to me. That's fine. My delusions are now broken dear. My false hope has been shattered beyond repair. I know what we are. You can be angry at me. That is fine. I can not reply to it. As you would want, I don't care. I really don't care anymore. If you can't tell, I don't care about much anymore. I lied to myself. My rose colored glasses are gone.



The past is past. Even that fuck you I got. It's over. We are over.


This has been about my parents all along. Parents, to those of you who are, listen to your children. I am so fucked up right now because of my parents. I am so lost because they left me. They abandoned me. Physically they were there. It would have been better if they weren't. A friend showed me something the other day. In my poem "Little Boy" I am trying to extinguish the little boy with in me. In that manner I have become just like my parents. I too have begun a relentless assault against the young innocent within me. He once again is being berated, yelled at, and slowly destroyed. Only this time the one person I thought I could trust is doing it. Me.


I feel like a damn attention whore. I say these things in hopes that others may somehow gain some bennefit. I used to feel safe here. MY safe problem free internet world. I used to think a few blurts and a coupla nice comments could fix everything. I see I have so much to work through. I need real help. Not you guys.


I hide here. I run here. I'm tired of running. I'm just fucking tired. I wish I could eat. I wish I could breathe. I wish I could feel. I broke tonight. I was riding a buzz that lasted for a month. Tonight it broke.
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Aw hon, big (((hugs))) to you. I can SO relate. You become a product of your environment, realize it and hate it. What can we do?? Try to break it. The anger, the hatred that's within, but we put on a smile like the tears of a clown. Am I right? Escaping into this computer of ours, it's the only way? Another world, right? Entertainment, happiness, excitement, and compliments, but it's only temporary. We have to learn to believe it, accept ourselves, love ourselves, which isn't always easy when a person lived a life of pain. Boy do I know!

I'm having a hard night tonight myself, and reading this actually made me feel better. (hmm, bad word choice) I understand, well, I think I do, and want you to know you're not alone. It makes me feel good that I can at least send a :rose: your way.

Thank you for opening up, even on this sex site. It can be a little more than that. Friends, people who honestly care, and understand.

Get that chin up!
 
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saldne said:
Aw hon, big (((hugs))) to you. I can SO relate. You become a product of your environment, realize it and hate it. What can we do?? Try to break it. The anger, the hatred that's within, but we put on a smile like the tears of a clown. Am I right? Escaping into this computer of ours, it's the only way? Another world, right? Entertainment, happiness, excitement, and compliments, but it's only temporary. We have to learn to believe it, accept ourselves, love ourselves, which isn't always easy when a person lived a life of pain. Boy do I know!

I'm having a hard night tonight myself, and reading this actually made me feel better. (hmm, bad word choice) I understand, well, I think I do, and want you to know you're not alone. It makes me feel good that I can at least send a :rose: your way.

Thank you for opening up, even on this sex site. It can be a little more than that. Friends, people who honestly care, and understand.

Get that chin up!
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Usually I would be rather overcome and touched. Tonight is the realization of al that died. Tonight I lost a big part of myself. I knew it was coming. I didn't want to face it. This is the song I just got done listening to and had to grab the lyrics:

Linkin Park: Breaking the Habit. (It seems fitting)
Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
[Unless I try to start again]

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That i'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause i'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
Breaking the Habit
Tonight
 
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