xsunshine

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Joined: August 8, 2010
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Quotes by xsunshine

I'll always live for the nights i can't remember
and the friends i'll never forget.
i met her when i was thirteen. of course, at the time, i didn't know she was a
girl. i was under the impression she was a guy and her name was nick.
we met on the internet but soon texted and talked on the phone, (yes,
everyone asks how i couldn't tell by her voice on the phone, and honestly,
idk) and eventually we dated. we dated for eight months before her
step-brother saw what was going on and told me the truth; that my boyfriend
was actually a girl. after that we broke up, but not for long. we dated and
broke up a few times, telling my parents she was a guy i met at school when
they would ask who i was talking to. they weren't fooled for long and
once they found out they forced us to break up and told us we couldn't
talk to each other anymore. over the course of a few years she would get
ahold of me some how--sometimes, i would talk to her and other times
i would tell her i couldn't. in reality, i did want to talk to her--but i
was ashamed of everything that happened. i felt terrible for lying to
my parents and felt like i was doing something wrong by talking to her.
soon came the day when she contacted me for the last time. i had liked
talking to her once again but soon i gave into my guilt and told my mom
she had gotten ahold of me again. my mom though i didn't want bothered with
her, since i had been too ashamed to ever tell her differently, and thought
she was doing the best she could do for me by calling the cops and
asking them to have elizabeth stop contacting me. the whole time, i
never objected. inside, i felt like shxxt. she had no idea. when we had
spoken, i acted like i enjoyed talking to her--and now, all of a sudden she'll
be told if she talks to me again they could get her with harrassment.
after that, she didn't try to speak to me again. i didn't try to to her, either.
once in a while i would try to check up on her online, through myspace,
facebook, etc. just to see how she was doing. i wondered if we'd ever
talk again, and if she'd ever forgive me. but we'd never get the chance. a
couple years later i looked her up on facebook only to find a page in her
memory. she had killed herself. the feeling that i felt when it sunk in was
terrible. i felt like the ground had just opened up and swallowed me.
i had sunk to the ground with the wall to my back and cried. she'll
be gone for three years in august. i don't know if i thought by writing this
i would feel as though she forgives me or what, but here it is. if i
could say anything to her right now, i would tell her i'm sorry. i love her,
and i wish she had another chance to live her life. i wish she could have
seen the amazing person she was.
i  want  you   to  buy  me  flowers
and kiss my forehead and whisper
how      much     you     love     me
i want  you  to  ask  me on a  date
and  i  want  to  look  at  you  and
catch    you     smiling     at     me
i   just   want   to   be   reminded
what      i      mean      to       you

 

when you get to the end of your rope
tie  a  knot  and  hold  on      

no      man      is     happy
who does not think himself so

love doesn't walk away
       people  do       


\\\  don't die from a broken heart.
 

this  never  will  be  right  with  me
and now you're trying desperately
but  i'm  tongue  tied and terrified
of        what          i'll        say      

dont make  this  easy
i want you to mean it

you're the last person i wanted to fall in love with.
i knew it was doomed from the start, but you made me fall.
we fight like we're married ov
er things only children argue over.
i can't your voice, your eyes, your lips, your laugh out of my head..
they say that if you can't go a day thinking about someone, you
should never ever give up on them, or being with them...
but i'm faced with the choice of staying, or walking
away. the worst part is knowing you don't care
enough to ask me to stay. it must be the
right thing, then, right? i just
need someone to tell
me it's the right
decision.