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Friday, October 29, 2010
can say what you like do what you like assure me what you do will work assure me that everythings going to be okay but deep down inside you; and I; we both know the outcome will be something none of us liked. so get it done once and for all and all of us can live happily every after. _______________________________ so third time someone told me the exact same thing. what do you want me to say? first two, ive regretted. dont make me regret trusting you. why cant you just try it out? howd you know what will happen. your not me. im me. i know how this turns out. drastic. because my character is like that. if i hate you, im never gonna like you. so why force me to be thaught by a guy i dont like i dont trust i will never.be.able.to.work.with. thats me. like it or not! _______________________ and btw, you can tell her whatever you like, but inside both of us know whats happening. and you bloody well try to make it up to me. cause u dont know how pissed i am at you. you dont even WANT to know. 2 more years with you and you better make me happy. or else. Labels: everything, everything 10, idiot, october 10, school
Friday, October 29, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Barbie Dollby ~xXSaraSunshineXxYou're fake. You have been for a long time now. Seems that all you care about, is what others think. You weren't always like this. I remember our elementary days. You were one of the nicest people I knew. Now you'll do anything, to be accepted. You spray tan until you appear an Oompa Loompa. You're more wasted than a city dump. Drugs, sleeping around, you do it all. Those are the trends, and you've always been a trend follower. You're like a Barbie doll. Pretty blonde, always smiling, always looking her best. Yet, you're plastic. Synthetic. Fake. Barbie's beauty, is not real. Smiles aren't constant. A faux heart, never replaces a real one. Now you may think I'm cruel, but I'm just trying to save you. Because after a while, people get sick of Barbie, and they toss her aside, for a brand new toy. ____________________ who doesnt agree. i wonder how you feel when you do stuff to gain popularity,fame,acceptence. but have you tried , to be yourself? why? Why do you want to be a clone? why are you so insecure. We cant protect you forever. because, we, are drifting apart; from you. ___________________ and heres the one im having a problem with: Trustby ~RedKaiKen"I have trust issues..." I say as you sit and stare.
"So, what do you mean?" You ask, not understanding.
I don't know how to explain. But I try my best.
"I have trouble trusting people." I slowly say.
"Oh." You simply say. As if you understand.
"Well, that's not, That big of a deal." You don't understand.
"Yes it is." I simply say.
"I don't see how that is, Everyone is like that." You try to play it down.
"No, you're wrong." So very wrong.
You don't know what its like, To be around your friends and familly, The people you care about. And not trust them. Not be able to trust them. No matter how much you want to.
You don't know what it feels like. The paranoia, the fear. The guilt, the pain. The self-hate, the resentment.
Feel so empty inside. So isolated from everyone. Even around many, I feel so alone.
"Why are you like this?" You ask.
"Because of my past." I say quietly.
"Your past?" You want to understand.
"Yes, my trust was abused, Back when I was younger."
Abused? It was ripped apart. Never want to be like that again. I was back-stabbed, So many times. I can't keep track. They came in and ruined, My trust in human kind. I wasn't like this, They made me this. I want to trust. But I can't. I could get hurt again. I might get hurt again. I would get hurt again.
Trust leads to nothing, But pain and misery. I learned that the hard way. Trust broke my soul. Trust shattered my heart. Trust ruined my life.
So I won't open myself up to that. Not again, not ever. But I lied. I want to trust. I really do. I can trust. I really can. But only to some. Only a few.
"Well, do you trust me?" You simply ask.
"Why must you ask that?" "Because I want to know."
"Do you really want to know?" "Yes."
"Will it change our friendship?" "Never."
"Are you telling the truth?" "Of course I am, I wouldn't lie to you."
I tell you. You're surprised. I thought you'd understand. You didn't.
I told you the truth. That means I care enough, Not to lie to you.
You said it would change nothing. I was willing to trust you. You lied.
I want to trust you, I really do.
"I have trust issues..." "So, what do you mean?" "I have trouble trusting people." "Oh, well, that's not, that big of a deal." "Yes it is." "I don't see how that is, everyone is like that." "No, you're wrong." "Why are you like this?" "Because of my past." "Your past?" "Yes, my trust was abused, back when I was younger." "Well, do you trust me?" "Why must you ask that?" "Because I want to know." "Do you really want to know?" "Yes." "Will it change our friendship?" "Never." "Are you telling the truth?" "Of course I am, I wouldn't lie to you."
I wanted to trust you, I really did. ________________________ and
I'm all I have leftby *JustMyGuitarLeft
I can't live - but I can't die I can't bleed - but I can't heal I can't cry - but my eyes won't dry I can't see - but I'm not blind I can't feel - anything I touch I can't stay - but I can't run I can't be - but here I am I can't wait - but it's all I do I can't breathe - but I breathe so hard My heart can't beat - but it pounds on I've lost myself - but I'm all I have left...
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i dont know how to tell; if your the one i should trust, or the one who's throwing knifes at my back. my mind's ablurr; tell me, what i should do.
Labels: deviantART, everything, everything 10, idiot, october 10, school
Friday, October 15, 2010
Me
Roxanne
annoying like mad
and lovin' it
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