I still haven’t forgiven you for all the shit you started four years ago, and
even though I smile in your face, I still tell everyone that you’re a horrible
person.
So what if I look like a heinous bitch, it makes me feel better.
I still haven’t forgiven you for all the shit you started four years ago, and
even though I smile in your face, I still tell everyone that you’re a horrible
person.
So what if I look like a heinous bitch, it makes me feel better.
I don’t know how I’m going to make it these next three years. 22-23 units a
semester? When will I get to sleep?
I liked you better when you were being fake, but I guess if I were you, I’d try
to seem normal too. I actually even thought I loved you, but now I know it was
just with the person you portrayed yourself as, not you…so I don’t miss you
anymore. Psychopath, there is a special place in hell for you & the things
you’re doing to people. I just wish you could know how much better the
world would be if you never existed…hopefully, other people will figure you
out before you hurt them too. But I can only dream. I wish I would have
listened to my gut (& other people) and stayed away from you in the first
place.
you got what you wanted… i hate you. but sometimes i can’t help but to miss
you. i hope you’re happy asshole.
I’m tired of your juvenile behavior… I guess I keep waiting for you to grow
up. It’s only a matter of time. And you’re getting better… but it’s such a
slow process. I love you, but sometimes I feel like I’m dating a little boy
instead of a man.
I hate the feeling, I put myself out there and yet for some reason, it never
seems to work out quite right. Even when I take a different approach. He was
more into me, I was concerned and then started to fall for him, and now… as
always, I’m wondering what he’s doing and whom with, and if he’s even
considering me. But he was the one to make comments about being comfortable,
getting comfortable. And now I’m the one uncomfortable. I hope she doesn’t
change things between us, I really not– but then again, what can I do now but
cross my fingers?
I hate the feeling, I put myself out there and yet for some reason, it never
seems to work out quite right. Even when I take a different approach. He was
more into me, I was concerned and then started to fall for him, and now… as
always, I’m wondering what he’s doing and whom with, and if he’s even
considering me. But he was the one to make comments about being comfortable,
getting comfortable. And now I’m the one uncomfortable. I hope she doesn’t
change things between us, I really not– but then again, what can I do now but
cross my fingers?
My boyfriend just shaved his hair…and now has a full blown mohawk. He used to
do it all the time in highschool before I met him. Then he did the whole scene
hair. And then he finally had a haircut that I liked. And now its back to the
mohawk. And its ugly as sin. But I still love the boy. And we’ve always been
from different sides of the spectrum…so this is no different. I just thought
you should know that I hate it, but I wont tell him that! If it makes him
happy–then I guess that makes me happy.
Ugly Mohawk. Pft.
i know somewhere i am more intelligent than this, but i see myself, and i think,
“if i was just someone else, i’d be happier. more satisfied.” i can’t stand the
way i look, i hate myself for the disgustingly poor school record trailing
behind me, i feel as though i’ve accomplished nothing…anymore, i don’t know
why i’m here…clearly not succeed…i don’t want to die, i just want to change
finally…i wish i could snap my fingers and switch every thing around, i’m
tired of trying and failing…and you know, i’m not lazy, i work hard, but get
nowhere. what a waste. why even bother?
confession n. A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt, made by one who has been accused or charged with an offense.
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It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
— Oscar Wilde
It's kind of like being in someone's head while they're praying or thinking about things they'd never say outloud.
— Yaflapkik
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