The write in white thread

Hello to the beautiful one above me. *hugs*

And on an unrelated note:

If you were truly sincere about your regrets then I thought maybe you'd tone down the hypocrisy. Eh, no matter. Not my problem anymore. Though if you are suddenly inspired, I do hope the recipient will check your list of submissions before she gets too bowled over by your ... *ahem* sincerity. Or maybe you'll just be more careful next time.
 
It's funny in a very non-haha kinda way.

It was so easy for me to say it was because you didn't like talkin' about that stuff ... and then today happened and I truly realized it's not just you.

It took me by surprise.

And then ... I gathered my courage and did my best because when it comes down to it ... you have my trust.

That doesn't mean the fear isn't still here. How silly is it that I'm edge now even though I know that I have no reason to be?

You'll be back. And you'll still want me.

So why do I feel scared?

 
I am truly the luckiest guy on this planet, taken to a woman that every guy dreams of finding but very few do...
 
To my Mother, I love you.

Mom you're like an Angel
Sent from up above,
With all your kindness, tenderness
And everlasting love.

You have always looked after me
And taught me right from wrong,
And when I'm down or worried
It's always you that comes along.

You're not just Mom but a friend of mine
A friend I can't replace,
And every time I think of you
All I see is your smiling face.

I thank you for
allowing me to see these times,
Because if it wasn't for you dear Mother
I could never write these lines
 
dry & sore scratchy throat
watering hot & fuzzy eyes
sneezing, coughing
I wish they'd put me on a Nyquil commercial
At least then I'd get paid for feeling like shit
 
dry & sore scratchy throat
watering hot & fuzzy eyes
sneezing, coughing
I wish they'd put me on a Nyquil commercial
At least then I'd get paid for feeling like shit

Lots of hot tea, if you get too warm a cold compress on your head or neck. You could also try hot cocoa but as it's got a lot of sugar in it....
 
I am fucking pissed this morning and have no idea what to write here...but this writing in white seems like..****?
 
I am fucking pissed this morning and have no idea what to write here...but this writing in white seems like..****?

It's a blast *grins*

~Totally and completely unrelated~

Seriously. It's not enough that you're everywhere? I try to stay away from you, but you feel the need to invade my space and get right in my face? Ugh.
 
I just reread two of our old conversations that I didn't realize I still had. They made me snort. They made me laugh. They made me tingly. And then they made me sad. But even though you're not here, I'm not pissed at you for it. For the brief moments of time that you were here ... it was so nice to be understood. You knew how to offer help in a way that I could accept and you made it clear that you always wanted what was best for me. You made me feel ...

I'm still with that person. And I'm happy. Snort! You know I'd say if I wasn't.

I just miss you. A lot. Even the fighting part. *grins* Okay, especially that part.

I hope you're smiling. And fulfilled.

You deserve it.
 
Yeh so I had a gutful of it. We can't all pretend to be Mary Poppins whilst kniving anyone that doesn't fall for our charms in the back, front whatever. Think what you like. I know what I know, I've said my bit, and if I really am left alone I will say no more about it, but if not then I will continue to stand up for myself against the hateful little digs. People that revel in others misfortune like one's mum being close to death are NOT nice people, however they try and dress themselves up.
 
What the fuck. This makes no sense to me at all. I don't know why I bothered to post anything.
 
Back
Top