April 2012
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I've cried in public three times this year.
No, I’m not ashamed. But I do wish I hadn’t had reason to.
lizilla86 replied to your post: Yeah, fucking thanks.
Simon is tagged in the same way you are. He is very hairy and I lobe him. Men aren’t meant to not have hair on their bodies and Chewie is totally huggable :) …at least you aren’t ‘funny looking’ :P xx
Well this had nothing to do with that, but honestly that did hurt a bit. There’s a few other things I could’ve been tagged as...
I know.
I am fat. I am hairy. I am weird.
I don’t need a reminder. I don’t know why it’s such a problem for you. I don’t know what else I can do but cover as much as I can.
I do need someone to see past these things. I do need someone to tell me I’m what they want. I do need someone to love me for whatever it is I am. I would change it all if I could. I would never have...
Yeah, fucking thanks.
Coz for a few hours there I’d forgotten just how undesirable I am.
Sir Jake Reedy: I just don't get dubstep. That shit sounds like two Transformers fucking mixed with the sound a Sega Megadrive made when it was crashing. And it's not that I'm against artfully made noise - Hello, NIN/Ministry/Metal fanboy - but I just don't get music that makes me think of giant robots shagging.
Me: I dunno, I always thought Arcee was kinda hot for a giant pink robot. Footage of her and Hotrod fucking would be interesting.
Jake: Yeah, but Dubstep sounds like Megatron bending Starscream over after one failed coup too many. Kind of painful and not right, y'know?
Me: Can I have that on a t-shirt please?
“You seemed a bit down on Saturday, from the things you were saying…
I...”
– My dear friend Lucy. She sees me.
I shouldn’t need to say it to anyone. Isn’t it enough that I feel it? Shouldn’t need to spout the words; I feel it less with words. Just let me feel it and I’ll fill the fuckin’ room.
METAL SPAM COMPLETE.
Til next time \m|_ (>.<) _|m/
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Kind of like the waves That roll their whole life towards somewhere Crashing on the shore It’s blown in by the wind that carries the clouds to hide My wish on a fallen star
I wasn't there.
BOLD IF TRUE
I miss somebody right now I dont watch TV these days I wear glasses or contact lenses I love to play video games I’ve tried marijuana I have been in a threesome I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship I believe honesty is usually the best policy I have changed a lot mentally over the last year I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me I’m TOTALLY smart I’ve broken someone’s...
“There have been times when I really didn’t want to love you… but at this point,...”
– nameyourgod
Do you care if I don’t know what to say? Will you sleep tonight? Will you think of me? Will I shake this off? Pretend its all okay? That there’s someone out there who feels just like me…
There is.
Conflicted.
I feel so mad.
I feel so angry.
Feel so callous.
So lost, confused again.
Feel so cheap.
So used, unfaithful.
Let’s start over…
Let’s start over.
You were everything to me.
Sleep well my angel.
Thanks a lot, thanks a fucking bunch.
Like it’s not difficult already for a guy like me to even get close enough just to be noticed by a girl like her.
nar·cis·sism [nahr-suh-siz-em] noun
1. inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity. Synonyms: self-centeredness, smugness, egocentrism.
2. Psychoanalysis . erotic gratification derived from admiration of one’s own physical or mental attributes, being a normal condition at the infantile level of personality development.
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Every time I close my eyes It’s like a dark paradise No one compares to you I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side
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I like the dirt that's on your knees.
Just sayin’
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