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He claims two be dead inside. he yaps about it everyday. today it's over coffee. I listen and roll my eyes. he wants me two get it. two really, really get it,. I tell him "I get it".
I'm great at keeping secrets As long as they aren't mine They can be about anything I'll seal my lips just fine My own tales on the other hand...
Being offended by something or someone does not mean you are a helpless victim of some sort of travesty or grave injustice.
Hopelessness. That sick feeling. The feeling when you get tired of waiting, when you are scared to hope, when you don't want to hope at all. But of course, it's not your choice.
Some people are kind. Some are terrifying. Some people are old. Some are young at heart. We all have different types of traits or genes and I think that is the #1 reason not all of us get along well.
Love is a thing to be treasured. To be held close and to be grateful for.
One day you will know that having a habit does not necessary means its love. He is always beside me so I'm used to it.
Hello again, today is Thursday, November 22, 2012. Also known as Thanksgiving if you live in the Americas. Today I'm thankful for many things.
One reason I am here, waffling on here, is simply because I am worried about forgetting everything.
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I sat on my bed brushing my hair when I started hearing a clicking noise. I told myself was being paranoid and ignored it. Vibration. Oh you silly moo it's just your phone with an Opuss update.
Have you ever noticed the words "I'm okay." Really never convince. Do you think it's the truth or just a neat little coincidence. When I say I'm ok I don't often mean it, Some know otherwise.
They say everyone can dance. Well maybe I'm not the best teacher, but all some can really do is prance.
To me waiting rooms are purgatory. The space where nobody really knows how to react so we just sit quietly and wait. I have a thing about silence.
You are deluded if you think that was love You were just a puppet on her string You were just a game to her She treated you as her plaything.
I know I'm being played. and I know it's a shame. but I just wanna have. some fun. and forget about the love sums. it's really not all that bad,. it's better than me being sad,.
We do not have a privileged access to reality, so many of us live either in the past or the future & betray the moment. In some sense we forget to live the real life.
It's like counting sheep. Longing to dream in unconscious scenes. Counting on the sheeple to wake.