You made my heart bleed. I’m dyeing inside. It’s not what you told me that hurts, but what others said you told them. Why did you say those things? I never said mean things about you. Your words hurt. It almost worse than being hit. Are you aware that the words hurt? Now I know you Are. They tell me your sorry. You tell me your sorry. The thing is ( Read more... )

Look. Over there. See it? No? ok them I’m crazy. You know what? I’m sure your bored but ill tell you anyways. My favorite thing to do is lie. Ill tell you one. Once there was this girl her name was Rio she loved to lie one day she was writing a story and she lied. Nice huh. I keep thinking about it. Now I’ve come to some crazy solution to all life’ ( Read more... )

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Me? I’m actually not acting like me. Nope its not an act. I’m really not. Ok maybe just a little but only towards you. No that was a lie. I’m not acting. Shit ( Read more... )

Fuck you. No wait that’s mean. what I meant was. No. I don’t want to and you shouldn’t push. Stop. No. I don’t want to. Please don’t make me. Ok fine but just once ok. Why do I always do what you want me to? Why cant I say no. all I want to do is say no. but I don’t. I always say yes. Would you like to hear what I say in my head ( Read more... )

....lost my phone....got it back.....got my dress....really excited.....going to ceras....i love my dad.....you perve not like that...matt made me dinner....its good.

He walks down the hall. He stagers and falls. He crawls the rest of the way. He makes it just in time. He pukes in the toilette. He drank too much. He has just enough time to think before the next wave hits. He pukes up all that’s in his stomach. He’s glad he made it to the bathroom. His mom would have killed him if he puked on the carpet. Again ( Read more... )

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She talks about it all the time. Its part of who she is its part of all of us I assume. She tells the stories. Its what she wants me to know. I like the stories. They make me feel special. Sex is a beautiful thing. Stories about it always are ( Read more... )

You walk alone down the streets that you’ve walked your whole life. You pass the houses of old childhood friends that had promised to be your best friend forever, but now you never talk to. You light your cigarette. You just started. Seven years of resistance against the evils of smoking and you finally start. Not because of “peer pressure”, or ( Read more... )