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#hairyarse What am I known for.
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#hairyarse What am I known for.
There isn't much about me that stands out before ya. I'm the female invisible and shy always hiding in the corner. I'm not big and bold like this personsa that I put on everyday.
#hairyarse. Ok i think I'm best known for my angst and humour. Lightning quick wit,sharp and fast as a puma. On the flip side I'm sure you all feel my heartache.
I keep a little book, Where I write every word That I place on my Opuss So that they can be read and heard. But it's beginning to get full. And I'm starting to run out of ink.
I need a new subject to write about. Life love and fun I've totally worn out. Done a bit of erotic and a little bit of deep. And into my head you've all had a peep.
I write from experience, if you know what you're writing about physically and mentally, it helps a lot. It gets you a better prospective. I have had a dark past.
I don't know why but, for some reason I'm just full of love. <333 I love it. But I know it's going to change soon :/ It always does. I'm never going to be normal. <\3 I can't help it.
You never think about how close you are to being a grown up until its almost here. To me graduation and jobs and everything was so far away,distant and nothing to worry about.
We like to have control of things in our life. Many for different reasons.
I'm good at good at wasting time, I think ignoring me's a crime, And you weren't asking, But I'm trying to grow a little more, I like burgers, But only if it's got cheese, Maybe even ketchup and some...
“I believe that everything happens for a reason.
Just a thought Why is it that when my head finally reaches my pillow, after a day at school or dancing or whatever I have been doing, my brain decides to let go and hand me the key to my...
People throw the word love around like a tennis ball. It is something I have rarely felt. Love is not telling me I am fat when I was only a size 8.
For a while there I was feeling in control, powerful, on a pedestal, creating my ploy on a whim.
Every day. every night. between my head and my heart. there's a fight. My head says to go. my heart says to stay. what should i do. this isn't the way. My head says to hate. my heart says never.
Sometimes I sit in intense thought And just burst out laughing These giggles and laughs that I fought Back are now pouring out like water from a faucet Because everyone needs a laugh once in a...
The Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again. I had almost forgotten. How to be something more. My heart had gone rotten. Bled out on the floor. As you walked out the door. I fell into despair.
I don't know what to write, It's like my words have taken flight, Left me without a light, Gave me quite a fright, I gave up without a fight.
I walk with a monotone pace, my feet hitting the floor in a repetitive place. The same work, the same parties. The same people, the same job.
I like to think I'm laid back and cool. I like to laugh and act the fool. But deep inside is tension and stress. I know what I need and that's to leave this mess. Start a new life and get better pay.
Sometimes I'll just sit in the deafening silence and think, "Is it worth it anymore. To keep putting up with this?" Because I know I could easily escape it all.
As I looked into the mirror I saw a monster. It had scruffy dark hair. And long eyelashes. As I stared at it. I could see its dark grey eyes staring back at me. As I reached up to my face.
I have much depression, Also aggravation. I'm confused, But maybe amused. I feel dead inside, My life is like a bumpy ride. Something is always wrong, But I just hang on.
Am I the hurting man, The doer of death. The one who slays thousands, With every breath. Am I the quiet man, Secretly stalking. Hiding, www scanned, Silently walking.