What To Do?
So talking about me behind my back is hard enough, but I now have to hear it from various people and the person them-self just doesn't know which of them could of told me...
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So talking about me behind my back is hard enough, but I now have to hear it from various people and the person them-self just doesn't know which of them could of told me...
To find out someone you love has been talking about you behind your back is horrible, but someone who you thought was your friend is worse.
The 'NEWS' barely scratches the surface There's so much we don't know Arming the 'OPPRESSED' REQUIRING their pound of flesh Images of pain and suffering Now they're the oppressor.
#household @LeahLovesEC Framed, Not his fault, He was Framed, They took it with a pinch of salt, Framed. Blamed, He didn't do it, He was Blamed, He would never punch or hit, Blamed.
"We will like two tickets to see The Dark Night Rising." My heart beats fast. I'm so excited. We wait for the woman to give us our tickets.
Would life exist if we did resist to share our different ways. Lies and hatred upon death they waited for many torturing days.
Oh, Emma. You had a nasty hate of me and a crazy crush on Jonah. And this sparked some psychotic jealously,huh. The worst part was that I didnt even sleep with Jonah that night. Ick. Who would.
I can imagine the sun setting over in a pink horizon somewhere. Not here. The sky is dark and smokey here and the city skyline invisible.
There she goes. The queen goes. Nr. 1, and then you had to sack her. Nr. 1, and you had to attack her. I hope I never reach nr. 1. Not even nr. 2. There is something terribly wrong here.
This is not a biblical war or a war at all. Its about that one person wanting to break the rules. The one that feels ingored. But what for. Im sure we can all get along and much more.
I was stood in the toilets, Waiting for a sink. Behind a young child, Of about 4 I think. The sink became free, And forward he walked. His mum rolled up his sleeves, And turned away to talk.
Fellow Opussians. As I'm sure you've seen A new threat jeapordises the Opussian dream. Throughout the day, like a Fairytale Taliban, Familiar faces have threatened our calm.
Ok people, so fighting on opuss is getting ridiculous. I mean, harsh comments and posting things about other people. It's happened to me before and its really depressing.
A "Friend" of mine had a go at me today for using "Big words" claiming I'm not as intelligent as the words I use and make every conversation too long and he hates it when I do so, the logical thing...
Drama is stupid. We fight over nothing. It doesn't matter who said it. It doesn't matter who did it. It doesn't matter as long as we end it. But no, we are all immature. We think we are all right.
Ok, so now i'm about to ramble on to anyone who reads this.