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Why I Liewhen i lie,
it's not because i think your stupid enough to believe it,
it's not because it makes me feel good,
it's not because,
it's not because of any of the things that you suggest,
it's because i have trust issues,
not with you,
not with the people i talk to,
not with the people i lie (or tell the truth) to,
but with myself,
and the words that come out of my mouth,
because the words get twisted,
or said in the wrong tone,
and i just don't want to hurt you,
so you don't feel sad or upset with me for the right reasons,
because if your angry or upset with me for the wrong reasons,
i feel what i want to feel stronger than if you hated me for the right reasons,
i feel like i,
i feel like...
i feel more horrible than i am,
because i've lied to the people i care about
and i don't want you to care if i do something that hurts me,
so i don't see your emotions suffering like mine do
so shun me,
just get away from me,
and stay away,
so you don't get hurt
Love Is...a lot of songs have things about love in them
some songs say what love is
2 examples of this are;
in the song 1925 by Hatsune Miku it says:
"What is love?", would you rather hear the truth?
It's something that you LOse or giVE straight out.
It's just a stone that's hard to crack,
I don't care about a diamond.
but in the song Egoselfish by Marina it sings about love
and one of the lines is:
does our "egoselfishness" make it exist?
but i think love is the feeling,
of wanting someone elses happiness
more than you want your own.
so, may i ask,
Do you pick
or do you pick
Fearwhen most people are asked,
what do you fear most?
they say things like;
but what i fear most,
is that the person i tell
my greatest fear to,
will use it,
and make me their slave
a slave to fear.
and i think it's fair to say,
that most people fear,
facing their true selves the most.
in the fear that everyone they care about will reject them.
Most Important Thingwhat's the most important thing to you?
is it friends?
is it your notepad and pen?
your drawing utensils?
or the sofa?
or the sun?
i'll tell your what the most important thing is to me.
it's the fact that i'm alive to enjoy all these wonderful things and more
although i sometimes,
okay, most of the time,
and wish i wasn't born.
right now i'm glad i was,
so i can enjoy these things,
even the things that make me cry.
so i think i will treasure all these things,
until the day i die
Falling Into The Wonderland Of...I'm falling into a world,
not everything makes sense in this world,
monsters loom at every corner,
death could come at every turn,
I'm finding myself loosing my sense of time,
and getting attached to things and people I've just met,
I want it to end,
but I know when it does,
I will want to come back,
this place is magical,
it draws me in,
This isn't the wonderland that Alice fell into,
but it's sometimes very similar,
i'm falling into the wonderland,
and all the things I love.
I'm falling into the wonderland,
of my room with the door closed,
where I can be anyone,
and be myself.
I'm falling into the wonderland...
of my own imagination.
The Hate Filled Truththere is one person i truly hate.
i hate the way this person always acts like they're everyone's friend.
i hate the way they can never express themselves.
i loathe the way this person is always smiling and acting happy.
the thing i hate most,
about this person,
I Dream About HerI dream about her, quite often, actually. It's been nearly two and a half years since I've seen her face to face, and it truly does break my heart when I remember the good times. She was one of my best friends, one of the greatest influences in my life, and someone who could make me smile. However, all good things must come to an end eventually.
Drugs don't just affect you, they affect your friends. When you've been roped into the bad crowd and refuse to turn to the people who love you most, you're going to lose everything you care about. Well, I cared for her, alright. We were nearly as inseparable as Sempai and I, hanging out nearly 24/7. Sure, there were fights, but every friend has a fight. It's when the line is drawn that things get messy.
In my dreams, I remember how she used to be, how fun she was, how silly she acted, and how she was just pleasant to have around. What happened? Why did she decide to go the way she went? To turn to lying, drug abusing, and overall not caring for
One last time. KristaXReaderFor music please listen
Highly recommended after the game scene though
"Two Kings!” Krista piped laying the cards on in the pot laying on my lap. She sat cross legged on the hospital bed with me. Sitting up straight and laid her cards face down in her lap leaning forward, now were both now down to one card. you looked up from my last card and glared at her. For such an innocent girl she had one hell of a poker face. you swallowed the lump in my throat and laid down my last card.
“One Ace.” you stated and crossed my arms challenging her to say it.
‘that’s it! the cat’s in the-’
“Bullshit!” She called out and flipped over the card that had just laid down….a queen,.
“Damn it Krista!” you shouted smacking the pile off my lap then pouted indignantly.
"Can't you just let me win for once." I asked. Krista giggled an
A little thing on BiphobiaFor those not in the loop, as I assume many of you are not, biphobia is just as terrible as homophobia.
If you haven't noticed my incredible gayness, I am bisexual. But wait! (you might be saying) You're bisexual, not gay!(?) Ha. HA. HAHAHAHAHA. No. I am gay. I am not a full on double diamond studded lesbian/gay rainbow, but a nice cute little bi rainbow that appears after a little rain. You know what I mean.
You probably didn't notice but BAM- that was biphobia.
The first point I'm going to bring up is that bisexuals are part of a magical, mystical triforce composed of themselves, asexuals, and pansexuals. For those unaware, an asexual is someone who does not particularly like sexual activities and a pansexual is someone who loves someone regardless of gender and sex. Why are they in this triforce? Because they are sexualities that are constantly believed to be made up. Why? Because many believe that it's IMPOSSIBLE to
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
Just me and you.
I don't know what your name is, but you're in my way.
And now it's time to deal with you.
Y'know every time I sit down to think, you always get in my way.
Whether you're trying to distract me, or you just stop me from thinking, you always try to stop me.
Not this time, fella. Or, lady, whichever you are, fuck if I know.
Well. Shall we dance?
Ok, so, let's try this;
I write a story, and this time, keep the hell away.
I'd like to write one continuous narrative where I don't quit halfway through, or have to completely revamp the characters and storyline just so I can keep writing.
Just. One. Story. And don't make up excuses to make me trip up and write a shitty one; I'd like to be actually good for once.
Ever since you turned up, I don't know where my touch went.
But I think I've found it again, and now it's time for you to pack your bags and get the hell out of my life.
Yeah...I think I can write again. How'd you like that, arsehole?
Good riddance to you. Have fun be
.things i've learned in
the last few months:
-friends are expendable.
-so is sanity.
-you can like girls and boys
and neither and either.
-it is possible to
exist while half your soul
is jutting out of your body.
-change does not help
-you can't bring back the dead.
-but you can hold the dead in your
arms when their eyes won't close.
-and when you make pacts with god,
remember that you're still upholding
so many promises with him in the first place.
-you're not suicidal, just human.
-maybe just a little less human than
-devaluing people doesn't
help your social anxiety.
-you can't run away from job
opportunities just because
you think a colleague is whispering about you.
-but you do get a choice on which job to take.
-and no, you're not so worthless that you have
to settle for a job you know you'll hate.
-and you do have a right to be paranoid.
-you don't have to write your sister.
RainAs the electric arc sizzles away like frying bacon, two pieces of steel are fused together into one mechanical mass. Its Thursday night, and for us its the last night of the work week. Weekend ahead, money in our pocket, endless possibilities.
But for now, there are 36" mower decks to run. Bright light on a dark night, smoke and sparks, and 8 hours of staring into a false star. The shop is filled with a light yellow haze, it drifts through the air like a ghost as we work away the hours till dawn.
It is warmer than previous nights, winter is coming to an end and spring begins. Its raining!
Not snowing, not hail, not ice that clings to all things, but the continual 'tap, tap, tap' of heavy rain, almost like the distant roar of a forgotten army.
Sparks fly and fill the night, the haze is stifling, creeping behind helmet and vale. Another hand crafted product is born, and ready for processing, on to the paint line and the day crew.
A hot steel plate that will be painted black, built up wit
Why Can't I?
"For the love of God, stop your crying!" The camp sports instructor towers over me, her hands on her hips. The anger in her eyes makes me want to curl up in a ball and never wake up. "Get back up. Ya' fell only once, girl."
"I- I can't." I whisper through a choking sob. My head is spinning, my lungs feel like they're on fire, my feet... I can't even begin to explain. Maybe I should've told her about it. Then she would've cut me some slack.
"You heard me. Get up."
I flick my blonde hair away from my eyes and try to
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