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I hear you yell, You yell at me, Over the phone, And you can't see. You can't see me cry, I cry out all the pain, Trying to forget, So that I stay sane.
I'll say yes. And second guess. I lost myself. And I'm a mess. I want you. And want him too. But neither is right. Not sure what to do. Don't know where I've gone. Or what ever went wrong.
When you said that to me on friday all my trust went for you all of it. I don't know if I'm ever going to forgive you for what you said.
His hand paused from where he had been petting Maddie's soft, black fur. "What?" He asked softly, pretending he hadn't heard me. I repositioned myself in the water uncomfortably.
They just think they know what's best for me. They don't. He thinks he knows me. He doesn't. He thinks he knows what's best for me. He doesn't. Why do they all think that they can control my life?.
I am going to throw up. I am literally going to bend down and throw up. Paul and I were arguing. About all the usual stuff. He was very, very angry.
Barking dog barks loud, Growling at me for an hour I wish it was out. I wish it was out Growling at someone else now In a park outside… It wags its’ tail now.
Right at the end You change your mind You separated friends I think you'll find "Where was you?" I'll get tomorrow I'll have to go in But can't face their sorrow I'm told people were bitching That...
Sally came in and hugged me tight. "What's going on?" She whispered. I told her about what Paul had done when she'd been in the kitchen. She stared at me, shaking her head.
{rants} So you think you're great, You're all but that, Doesn't matter that you're skinny, Wouldn't matter were you fat.
He was standing on the other side of my door, and I just stood there, staring at him in shock. I reluctantly let him in upon his request.
You say this is love, your heart beats only for me But can love be true from one that's not free. Is it passion or lust that give heat to your eyes. Are you telling me more then sweet little lies.
Drama drama, that's all you bring. Me me me, is all you ever sing. Centre of attention you always own, "Why me," the words we hear you groan.
I hate the way you are. When you're around me. I hate the way when I'm with friends. You won't let me be. I hate the way you hold my hand. With hands so rough and coarse.
#myfavoriterepost Two beautiful boys on her mind Two lives waiting to be intertwined One single choice to be made A fragile heart, so easily swayed Two sets of eyes, both light blue Though...
People keep telling me that I need to have a safety net. They tell me this time over time, but what is a safety net . Is it not taking the risk and choosing the easier option.
Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn't. Try hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn't. You fall deeper with each passing day, but try to hide it in every possible way.
This morning, I woke up. And I took a breath. And I decided that I could do this. I could go to school, and put on a smile, and no one would know my pain.
Last night, I asked Paul what all the fuss during lunch was about. I asked him about telling me not to walk so close to him. He told me it was all a joke.
I have never felt this before. The feel of warmth under my eyes. My tears drying up on my face because I am sick of wiping them away. The feeling of those three words. Slicing, my tender heart.
You are my sweetest sin. You make my head spin. One day you say it's fate. And that we shouldn't wait. And then you say it's wrong. And the wait is gonna be long.
We talked. Apparently, it was a joke. I don't see how it was a joke. It was pretty believable to me. I think he just wishes it was a joke. I'm so confused.
(Thought I'd try something new). I love you. I hate you. I want to slap you. And kiss you. You aggravate me immensely. But I'm drawn to you. I don't like this feeling. Like I don't like you.
Jeg er begyndt at netdate, hvor er der mange mænd, flere end jeg lige troede. Alle leder efter kvinden i deres liv. Ganske få vil bare være venner.