Quotes added on Thursday, December 8 2011

I hate it when you get close to someone, and they claim they care about you ;
then they just leave you, never talk to you again.
Feels pretty shittty. /:



And I find it kind of funny, I
find it kind of
sad
The dreams in which
I'm dying are the

best I've ever had.


 

Roses Are Red , Violets Are Blue , God Made Me Pretty But What The Hell Happened To You ?!
~ I Have Always Wondered Why People Bang Their Heads Against Walls .. Then I Met You :o
~ Don't Bother Leaving A Message
~ I Had A Nightmare , I Dreamt I Was You .. :']

 







Who    doesn't    re -a  r  r  ange  

Their pencils/texters in colour order.

10th Grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade 
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears...
Senior year 

The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. 
Graduation Day 
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later 
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my ""best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried. "

Not my story, but it's cute even if you're not gay.

So What We Get Drunk , So What We Smoke Weed , Were Just Having Fun We Don't Care Who Sees , So What We Go Out Thats How Its Supposed To Be Living Young Wild & Free <3
I look back at my past, and there is more bad then good... Why do I miss it so much...

I want that numbness.
That feeling of feeling nothing at all .
Just being empty .
The feeling that gives you a sick comfort.
Where you don't have to feel .
You just are .
That feeling used to be so normal for me.
I honestly miss not feeling .
Because nothing would ever really hurt.
 Then i would cry for barely feeling human. 
Now  i cry because everything that used to feel like a slight pinch feels like a slap in the face .
I miss the rush my body would get when i forced my stomach to empty itself
.or when i dragged a blade across my bare skin.
I'm not proud of who i used to be .
or that i wish i had never changed . 
I'd be lying to say I'm not tempted to do it again.
But i won't.
I can't .
That would be like letting him win.

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I'm in love, we talked about living together one day ā™„
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