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Why are you ignoring me. Why act as if I don't exist. Why don't you reply. Why must you be like this. Why lead me on. Why make me fall for you. So you know what. Fuck you..
A few days ago, I read an Opuss that contained a particular sentence that upset me. It said that the person 'didn't want stories clogging up their news feed', and that they 'preferred poems'.
I just had a scare of my life. The ability to write on my Opuss stopped working since Friday 13th. I panicked and thought this glitch will eventually pass.
15th of July. Today I realised how glad I am to have the chance to move to Glasgow and get away from groups of girls like you. Can't wait to get away and meet new people. Find new friends.
No words can express the overwhelming joy i have received from hearing the words "i love you" for the first time from the man i have loved since the day i met him a year a go..
You're 18 now, all of you. That is no longer an age for bitching and making up lies. I'm glad we're not friends. Moved on from that. Grow up a bit more then we could talk..
Never enough.
Books are like cats Probably, somehow.
Sad and sassy.
You're in my inappropriate thoughts.
There's always going to be secrets. If you think you know someone inside out, back to front, every single detail, you're wrong.
Did not realise but this is my 51th Opuss !. How did it get that much so quickly.... ???.
If I'm upset I put on my music real loud, And sing along, Really really loud..
I think I've fallen for you, if only you could see my emotions towards you. I think you've grown bored of me, that's why you take hours to respond to me.
We live in little square boxes made from dead trees and quarried stone, travel in little containers of tin or other metals that either float on water or hover in the sky .
I'm merely trying to get by..
Opuss is great. It's like a diary, that I actually use. Something to scribe my thoughts into, and I'll go over them a week later and think, "oh, that's what I thought about that.
Please read. At the end it contains information explaining my story, which I think is necessary for anyone who reads my story to understand before they read any more of it.
Don't be afraid. Be who you want to be. Be the change you want to see..
When someone asks me how was my day, I never know what to say. You see, I don't have "good days" or "bad days". I simply have days with both good bits and bad bits..
I haven't used this app or written anything for ages, just feel like there's a block where my creativity should be and I don't know how to shift it :(.
I never saw you much and now it's too late because your gone. Your up in the stars now. We weren't close but I'll miss you. RIP Grandad..
It makes me sad to think we'll never be one. That we'll never do any of those silly, seemingly mundane things like eating dinner together or sitting down and watching TV.
As I often think, I've recently met a girl who I think could turn out to be important in my life. I've hung out with her once - just for a short while - and we seem to get on well together.