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Name: a_bottle_of_spilled_feeli
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Gender: Female
Interests: disney movies, a static lullaby, yelling, the wonder years, armor for sleep, being happy, looking at other peoples eyes, the OC, walking in the rain, blink 182, bob sagget, laughing (at people), brand new, chinese food, christina aguilera, bleed the dream, coheed and cambria, full house, hippos, singing badly on the top of my lungs, thursday, crying at the movies, guys wearing girls pants, cursive, damien rice, talking to people i don't know, dead poetic, brightly colored stuffed animals, bright eyes, the real world, death cab for cutie, staying up late, emery, taking long showers, frappes, ice cream, going to concerts, messy hair, movies, biting my lip, painting, boy meets world, watching the exorcist while people are sleeping, something corporate, looking at people while they eat, making daily trips to Wal-Mart, soundstage, amber pacific, books-a-million, the ashlee simpson show, taking pictures, the color brown, the early november
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Member Since:
8/26/2004
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| again and again, this never ends. sometimes, i feel like things are going great and never is going to go wrong, and maybe twenty minutes later, i'm in a situation where i won't even be spoken to. this is absolutely amazing. i cannot believe i can actually stand to keep up this.
i'm just tired of always being "the liar" of every conversation. just because i blink a lot of look away when i think doesn't mean i am lying. in fact, i have yet to lie to you, you stupid ass motherfucker. i've yet to tell you a single god damn lie. i'm sorry i managed to NOT tell you something really personal about me. yes, i have dermatitis and i have awful skin. sorry, i didn't tell you about this, i don't just openly tell people about my conditions. | | |
| "it's not just that. you know, i'm not looking for a girlfriend right now, and it's like this every time youre drunk. you always get pissed and just leave or you leave and come back, etc."
are you fucking kidding me?
i give up drinking, once and for all.
apparently, i just become crazy bitch.
end of story, fuck you.
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| i miss being rebellious, doing things i knew were bad, but having a group of friends to do it with.
i'm tired of having three people to hang out with. i want to be able to call/text people and plan dinner things
with a group of people.
i'm tired of not having people who like the same things as me.
i miss the music i used to listen to
and on top of all of this, it's pouring rain.
FANTASTIC. | | |
| it's so weird to hear come from his voice, "You know, I really didn't know about us. I just pushed you away. I'm sorry, but what do you expect-- I thought I was going to break up with you." God, I didn't think it would have affected me so much, but it did.
I wanted so badly for him to just do it, end it right then. But in turn he cries and feeds me with an emotional roller coaster and told me about how bad he felt and how he is sorry. Way to make someone feel like the bad person all of a sudden. Obviously, I did/do something wrong which makes him dislike me-- but he claims otherwise. Whatever, again, all in time. | | |
| I feel so empty inside. I'm unsure as to why, but I do. Nothing really makes me happy anymore and my friends have all given up on me. No one calls me, no one texts me, no one cares. I am dead to people because of reasons unknown. I have a boyfriend whom I feel is using me constantly for his own benefit. I mean nothing to him, I'm just a toy--here solely for his entertainment. Is this how life should be? I have a feeling that this is how my life will remain. Never good enough, never good enough, never good enough. | | |
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