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If your teeth are far apart, get braces. It closed up my gap. :D
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I thought I had someone who cared.
I lied to myself. I need someone who will listen to me, in person, and be with me when I'm depressed or who will listen to my problems, such as right now. The person who I 'thought' was someone I could talk to is always comparing to my best friend, whose been cutting and having suicidal thoughts. Such as when I'm depressed he says, "Oh, you're sounding like _ And you don't want to be like her, do you?" IM SO SICK OF IT. I'm always being compared to her and people don't seem to understand that I'm my own person! Did it ever fricking occur to you that maybe I am depressed!? That I'm not copying her?!?! I have problems too. I just need someone who can listen and be there. |
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My HSPT is tomorrow morning.
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And, I know right? That's what I don't get. It's really stupid. I don't know why he would think that O_o Thank you again, I shall try that and hope and pray nobody finds and reads it or else im doomed :') |
AAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!! Why doesn't anyone understand! School is so stressful, I'm sad all the time, and my STUPID STEPMOM DOESN'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HELPING AND STRESSING ME OUT! THAT'S WHY I CUT MYSELF, 'CAUSE NO ONE'S THERE FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I did it.
I told my friend how i felt about her. I don't know if she'll respond. i don't know what her reaction will be like. But I'm scared I'm going to lose her...even though I need to let go of our friendship. |
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;w; I know how you feel when it comes to school and people trying to help but end up stressing you out. I go through that all the time. I know we're all probably just faceless and voiceless screen names on here to you, but we really ARE here for you, Emma. I'm here, Sandy's here, and so many other KPers are here for you. <:^J I wish there were more people in your life off the computer that could help you out. D: Please don't cut....I know it can make you feel a bit better, but in the long run, it just makes things worse... |
Guise guise guise.
I think I might've gotten a new PB for 800 m! /spaz I'm not sure, though, since the sports ground timer went faulty (just terrific timing, WAC. Simply terrific) But I THINK it might be 0.7 seconds faster if my coach's timing was correct...I haven't reached the 2:40's for a long time. |
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I get to run too much. WAY too much. We'd better take average. /nods
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I'm going to have to let my best friend go. She's hurt me way too much. It's time to move on.
I'm sorry. |
So my father and I are walking up to the post office. He just... ditches me at one point, on purpose. To cross 4 busy intersections. I could've been hit by a car, kidnapped, mugged, or raped.
He didn't care. I hate him. |
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Aww :( She'd be really missing out, though, to not have someone as amazing as you are for a friend! |
What's your problem?
You get depressed when you find out your crush has a boyfriend! And then you say f*** my life. And then you just leave. You don't even say bye. That's right, just spread the pain. |
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~comes to a sudden realization~ WHY AM I EVEN FRIENDS WITH HIM!?!? |
We watched Brave today...I almost cried. And not because I'm the kind of girl who cries at every movie she sees. No, it was because of some of the things that Merida was saying about her mother. My mom and I actually have that kind of relationship; she's shaping me to be like her, which in some ways is good, but that is not what I'm meant to be. I don't think she is emotional enough to realize that I'm hurting and that I need comfort. She doesn't care; she tries to do a good job, but I don't think it's working right now...I would gladly turn my mom into a bear if it meant that it would fix our relationship. She's always telling us that she and her mom never really had a good relationship and she's trying hard to raise us right. But she isn't extremely emotional; instead of saying "it's okay" she'll give you a lecture as to why you were wrong. It really hurts, especially since I'm sensitive and I take things seriously. I'm just really having a bad day. Thursday night was bad, most of Friday was bad, and today hasn't really helped...Listen to me, Mom...
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"How are you?"
Broken, hurt, ugly, betrayed, feeling like the world's against me, depressed. "I'm fine." |
My emotional vents are so lame compared to most people, but I just have to rant about A Separate Peace for a minute here. There's some light swearing.
Goddammit Gene Forrester. God-effing-dammit. Screw you. Y'know, this always happens. There are these friends in books, like Dart and Tamar (Tamar) or Gene and Finny (A Separate Peace) who I always fall in love with, then one goes all bitter on their ass! Look, I get really invested in fictional relationships, kay? GENE FORRESTER YOU BITTER BASTARD! What the hell is wrong with you? FINNY IS NOT TRYING TO SABOTAGE YOUR GRADES! He's your BEST FRIEND (though I *cough* think they have a bit of a thing for each other), for God's sake. Oh my God. Shut up. Shut up now before I go track down John Knowles and either kill him or have a tantrum at his feet. Goddammit Gene Forrester. |
I hate hormones.
I hate that I get so angry when my mom asks me to do something simple. I hate that I get so emotional over the tiniest thing. I hate that I experience these emotions. I hate it, i hate it, i hate it. |
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My latest rant: My crush is going out with my best friend but my best friend didn't know I liked him and the other day, I told her that I has liked him for a while and then she got all angry at me. She won't tell anyone, I know that for sure, but she told me that they were forever and that they will never ever break up but everyone else says that he still likes me and he spends more time with me then he does with her and he tease me, like flirting and all. I don't know what to do. I wish he would just tell the truth. He probably doesn't like me... he is going out with someone after all. *sigh* It's so pathetic, I know. D: Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? |
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;~; Thank you. |
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And you'd expect the teacher to realize something was wrong :( people these days.... |
I just want to write hate all over my arms.
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Saturday dentist appointment, in the waiting room with my dad, my mom is having her teeth checked in a room down the hall.
Dad: Are you okay? Me: ...yeah? Dad: I mean, are you feeling okay? Me: (thinks this has something to do with my passing stomach bug) Yes. Dad: ... Me: *reads the newspaper* Dad: Are you happy? Me: ... *looks at him* *looks back down at the newspaper* ... *reads the newspaper* ...okay, so maybe the last time he asked me that, it didn't have to do with the Holocaust Museum after all. Or maybe it did. I don't know. The bad (good? not so good? whatever?) part is that I can't answer that--can't answer that honestly. I mean, I write depressing poetry and all this stuff about death and I go on Tumblr to look for inspiring quotes everyday and email back and forth with my friends like nothing's wrong, my mom complains about everyone in the household being on the computer all day but she doesn't know what I do, she doesn't know that when I listen to Glee songs (and certain ones in particular) it's because they're my refuge, that when I'm typing I'm normally at the Quiet Place or the Thoughts Room or whatever just venting it all out to the blankness of my computer screen or surfing Tumblr for things to do when you feel like... well, emotionally unstable. I wouldn't say I'm depressed, I wouldn't go that far. I'd just say that every time my mom comments on something that my COUSIN does, that I don't do, something tight clenches around my heart and I feel like collapsing, or when she criticizes the TINIEST thing about me my head becomes bird wings, light and soft and fragile, ready for its demise at the slightest touch. I've been feeling this way for awhile and the train wreck hasn't yet come and my mind dances in metaphors and I should be writing more but I can't and I don't. I want to be a normal person again without all this shit on my shoulders and rocks in my chest and I don't want to be so fucking breakable. I don't want this fragility that's come into my emotional life of a sudden, I just want to be happy and sad and mad like a NORMAL person and not make mountains out of molehills or curse my parents behind their backs every single goddamn day. I don't want to feel tears prickling in my eyes at the most offhand comment about me that was ever-so-slightly critical. I hate this. I hate feeling so fucking WEAK. I can't control this but I need, NEED to control this but I can't control my fragility because I'm FRAGILE, do you understand my paradox? I can't do anything about this and I just want to collapse into my bed and cry for a week until my eyes are burning and then I'll just sleep. |
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