re‧cip‧ro‧cate  /rɪˈsɪprəˌkeɪt/ Pronunciation Key -
Pronunciation[ri-sip-ruh-keyt] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation verb, -cat‧ed, -cat‧ing.

-verb (used with object) 1. to give, feel, etc., in return.
2. to give and receive reciprocally; interchange: to reciprocate favors

Add an un infront and label me a loser for the second time.

Right arm out stretched body and head facing the other way, chatting with others. Enjoying merriment.

But in that right hand is my heart.

It feels like they’re squeezing it, slowly stopping it from beating, and they don’t care.

It hurts but I’ve worked something out now, something I was too stupid to see before. Family, friends, “best” friends ( Read more... )

They said chivalry was dead ( Read more... )

Well, here is a series of promises that really speaks to true friendship:

1. When you are sad -
I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against
the sorry bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue -
I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile -
I will know you finally got laid.

4. When you are scared -
I will screw with you ( Read more... )

Anxiety from the onset of stress in their medical opinion.

My opinion, I’m weak. I’ve been worn down from all these years of rejection, fighting, hate, lies and all the other shit that I walked into in my life. I’ve had enough of waking up in the morning expecting to be left or waiting for something bad to happen.

And now I hate who I am. I wish I ( Read more... )

It’s funny how one word can change everything. Just one measly word that probably didn’t mean anything to the person that said it.

This shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.

It’s like I’m standing in the middle of the ocean, on a square meter of land. With nothing. It’s too small to get comfortable on.  And I don’t know where I am.

I’ve been here for a while now so acceptance has set in. I know that I’m going to be here for a while so there is no point struggling or crying over it.

I wish I knew how I got here.

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A thousand words carelessly scribbled on an abandoned napkin,
I strike through them.
With
                 A

Dark

Heavy

Line
Each drop of ink is wasted on every FUTILE attempt.
No words could ever carry my thoughts of you.
No picture could ever capture the ( Read more... )

I'm so worried about her after last night. But one of the conditions of this break was that she'd call me. I guess all I can do is sit and wait. She'll call me if she needs me, and I will be there this time.

I’m so shit.

I’m never there when I’m needed and that’s all I want to do. No more switching my phone off or going shitty pubs. I’m only going to go places that are good for me and where I have adequate phone reception. I really want to look out for her and make her feel loved, happy, better, secure anything but bad.

Finding it really difficult ( Read more... )