Why can't people just leave me alone.
I DO think about it.
And I'll handle it, okay?
And if I'm making a bad choice, then I guess I'll pay for it.
Let it be.
But I guess I'll let you hear my side of it.
Maybe it'll be worth it.
Eh...doubtful.
Don't tell me what I need.
I'm trying to be honest with you here.
Last edited by forever_lost : 01-09-2011 at 09:22 AM.
Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak.
Sometimes it just means you're strong enough to let go.
All I can say is.... I'm sorry. When I read that. I don't know if it was about me. The logical side of me says no, I don't do that. The other side of me says yes, you must be a part of it.
I'm sorry. I really am. I want to be your friend. I want to be here for you. But you are not letting me. And it's frustrating me. Because I really do want to give you a friend. Fuck, I thought we were friends.
I just... I'm sorry. I am. Accept that. Please, accept me. Accept my friendship.
Just someone tell me what the truth is. I can't believe anybody...they're all against me...but worst of all...how do I know you're not a liar like the rest of them. They say you're a liar, you'll say they're lying... WHO THE FUCK DO I BELIEVE!?
And people wonder what the hell is wrong with me...if they only knew...
When I'm gone, are you gonna miss me? Are you even listening? Do you even care about anything at all?
When I start my group therapy, and hopefully I won't have to wait very many months longer, I will throw all that I am into getting better, into recovering and becoming happy and healthy.
I can't believe how selfish your being, you have so many people fighting for you and hurting themselves for you but all you see is that it's not enough. I think you are moving in the right direction. but try thinking about those around you too
why did you have to go and die on me?
im lost
i dont know what to do without you here
im so unsure of what im doing, i catually have no clue
i cant remember what your voice siunds like, or how you used to smell
i miss you so much it hurts sometimes
i just want to sit in your arms and cry while you tell me that its all shit and you just gotta move the fuck on :)
daddy i miss you
i cant feel you here
your little girl is so lost right now
i love you always
It's killing me too
It's so wrong not to be with you
It's getting harder to stay awake It's killing me too
It stops my heart just to be with you
So listen cause you are the only one who cares to hear
Hey you,
Yes, you. Do you remember me yet? Do I fucking exist yet? You know what, just fuck you. Have you really got no time to bbm me? Text me? Call me? Am I that unimportant anymore? So much for being constant and reliable. You're not. Really, you're not. You say you are but you're fucking not.
I'm so pissed off at you. Have you forgotten that my brother is dying? That I'm probably at home now? I've put it on fucking Facebook you asshole. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
L is the only important one again, even though you said that you hated the way she was so fickle. Isn't that what you're doing now?
Oh, and jumping in bed with someone else now? Wow, nice standards there. Anyone with a piercing/tattoo and you're there? Wow, I'm blown away. You've always been the same though, anyone who"s remotely interested in you and you're 'in love'. Give me a fucking break, you don't know what love even is. I've been with D for 7 years and been through hell with him, and still I won't say I know what love is. What we have is special and I'm sure I do love him, but I don't know what love is.
I'm so fucking angry. Thanks for absolutely nothing. Get fucked, I don't care. Next time you need me, think about when I needed you.
You can't lose hope when it's hopeless.
You gotta hope more,
then put your fingers in your ears and go,
"Blah blah blah blah!"
i hate that i read over every post on here, and pretend to myself that one of them might be you under a different user-name. but they're not. one little thing doesn't fit - but it's enough for me to know i'm kidding myself. why am i still doing this after a year? a year in twenty days. and for that long i've read over every single post. yet how many times have you actually posted something? six. six posts. none of them make sense really. i still am in the dark as ever. hurting myself. blaming myself every day. calling myself worthless. bad nightmares.
I'm not waiting around for you to come online and explain what the fuck's going on with you.
All I needed was one poxy phone call or even just a text. But I wasn't even worth that.
Can't believe I'm getting so fucking worked up over it. All because I care.
There are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us,
but our eyes have like the clouds over the sun
and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not
see them for what they are. If nobody speaks of
remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?"
