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(I actually only come on this thread nowadays because I just want to see if I can lend anyone some kind words that might make them feel better...I don't want to vent. I want to see if I can help heal some emotional wounds, or at least be a virtual shoulder to cry on. I just...I can't stand to see you and Tredom and everyone or anyone else anywhere upset about anything...I want to help...) Quote:
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and if you ever need to vent, I'm here, and so is this thread. |
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I have seen that you have asked me, Are you okay, Max? You seem quite bad to me. You seem sad. Ash, I have been fine all along and it's not going to hold me up from doing what I have to do. I never said I was bottling up my emotions to avoid feeling them. I just said that I don't need to feel like I hate myself because I never have—I have done many stupid things which have led me to consequences to many people that I have talked about the stupid things but I am happy now. I am really really happy. |
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*hands out top hats, muffins, Doctor Who-esque bow ties, and anything else that might cheer anybody up* *wishes I had some online copies of the Questions Young People Ask--Answers That Work books to hand out also* There. Now, if anybody needs me, I'll be listening to music and reading. |
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and yayyy i seem to be in a good mood currently so i'm eating |
I feel like the only person on this website who's happy or relatively content like all the time. I mean, I have my emotional moments, but I have some stress issues anyways and I can deal with them.
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If only you could see my face, you would crack up. Thank you! I try. :3 |
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You're so happy and you're such a nice person. HAY EMMA WANT TO CHAT ON A/N. |
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HAHA HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CONFIDE IN YOU. Just because you're my parent? Nope, blood is not that much thicker than water.
Whenever I try to vent to you, like moaning about my math teacher in the car today, you criticise every bit of it until I felt worse than I did before. My math teacher is completely unreasonable. My math answer was exactly like my friend's except for a+b instead of b+a. And yet she marked me as wrong when she marked my friend as correct. To make matters worse, I've lost my Home E apron. And I have Home E tomorrow. |
can't i be left alone for ten f*cking seconds?!
now that my problems are "solved" my dad will return to his usual pissed of at me for no reason attitude just shut the f*ck up and leave me alone! |
How is it that I manage to fuck everything up?
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Yes, they're there to help, but they have a warped understanding of it. Her telling you to be nice to people, is a misunderstanding on her part. I, for example, try to be nice, but by jumping into conversations and trying too hard sometimes, become slightly lonely. And I only try with people I like. Some counsellors are only familiar with stronger examples of Asperger's, such as the ones who can't make any eye contact and obsess over things so strongly. It's different, for females anyway, and less spotted because it blends in more, and often just looks like shyness, or bitchiness. As you can guess, I've read books on this. Aspergirls was quite a good one actually. |
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Remember the other way Try to be that guy who was always happy i dont know how this happened owen but it will be over soon |
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it best be over soon, or i dunno what's gonna happen! |
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Ill see you after my school day bye |
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I hate how people think that the emotional disorder I apparently, supposedly have means that I'm insane. Fuck stereotypes. Also I don't really appreciate it how T and A keep shouting around about how I'm insane.
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So rise above this and fight. Don't let them succeed in getting you down. One day, you'll be the one laughing your ass off at them. |
I am relatively happy today.
I think. Feelings on me: I am a hell of a lot more talented and smart than a lot of the people that I know and I can be as awesome as I want without them interfering and I also love the sports I play and the music I make and I am a fucking genius whatever they say. Feelings on the world: YOU EFFING SUCK. |
i come on here to post and i see everybody else and i can't fucking do it.
so. monica, go the fuck away, i don't like you in my head. hedge, i know what you're doing, and i appreciate it, but it's not really working becca, just fuck off. you know you're not wanted anyways. heather, i'm still waiting for you to tell me who you are. it terrifies me and disgusts me that ..... i can't finish this sentence. i'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control well. life is too short to care at all. i don't want this. i don't want this. i know what's going to happen, and i'm-- i'm so fucking SORRY. okay? i'm sorry. i'm sorry that i'm a horrible bitch and everyone seems to think the opposite. i'm sorry that i can't live up to your goddamn expectations. i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry for a thousand fucking reasons but no two words would ever be good enough to make up for the damage i'm going to cause. destruction. creation. what the hell's the difference? which comes from the other? the chicken or the goddamned egg? we just don't know. and i don't i don't fucking KNOW okay i'm sorry i don't have all your fucking answers and your lives and your questions i'm sorry that i understand but i can't DO anything, you have to understand that i'm a powerless coward and that's the worst kind of thing to be. you have to understand a fucking lot of things, actually, but i don't think you're going to. but promise me this: you will be here longer than i will. you will stay here longer than me. you will survive. you will survive. you will fucking SURVIVE. you will get through this. and i do love you, you know. i just hate hate hate hate hate that i don't know everything but i DO know how it's going to end. how it's always ended, anyways. losses and tragedies and deaths. life is not a fucking reality show, okay? life is REALITY. and life is horrible. and life is really fucking beautiful, too. just, try to appreciate, will you? you don't have to try anything else. you don't have to be someone you're not to appreciate what's around you. as anne frank once wrote, "think of the beauty still left around you and be happy." be happy. be happy. that's not a command but you should do it the fuck anyways, because happiness is different for everyone and did you know that that's where philosophers are damned wrong? the meaning of life is to be happy, yes, but it's not just that. it's to find your own source of happiness. find your own damn meaning. and that does seem like the easy way out, as an answer. but it's the truth. and the truth is, i can't be like this anymore. but i'm going to be. i'm going to be. |
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You can get through it, too. I'm really really close to completely falling apart, but wanting to see you and others happy, someday—and helping you get there—is one of the reasons why i bother living. You're not powerless. And you can do things—you help people. you're a great person, not a bitch. *hugs* |
I just wish I had someone to share this with. All of it. I want to go to sit in my room with my best friend and listen to my favorite album. I want to watch my favorite TV show with my best friend and theorize about the story. I want to find out that my best friend has gone through depression, too, and we help each other out. I want to be able to talk about my fears, worries, thoughts, beliefs, without being called strange. I'm tired of being a pariah. I've been trying so hard to get used to being alone, and not let what people think bother me, and just be apathetic to the people around me...but I can't seem to manage it. All I want is to make a difference in people one day, be it changing their entire outlook, or just giving them a shoulder to cry on with words, but I can't see any probable way that I can do that, and that's what sends me into a spiral; that I never was or will ever be remarkable, just like the majority of people in this world. People like me are just placed as ordinaries so that the heroes, artists, musicians, writers, philanthropists, and geniuses have something to be more unique than. I won't be anything more.
Just think about it. Have any adults in your daily life ever made a drastic difference in you? The ordinary adults, not your favorite writers and musicians and actors. Has your fourth grade teacher, who seemed very caring and intelligent, made a complete change in you and your thoughts? Did they pull you from the windowsill, ease the blades out of your hands? Your parents? They may have given you a foundation for your life, and whatever it is that they do will affect your adult life in some way, negative or positive, but did they ever keep your mind away from the blackness that closes in when you start to think when you're alone? No. For kids like us, it was the songwriters who brought themselves out of their ruts, the musicians who had gone through the same s*** as us, the artists who had a nice childhood and still had all the wisdom of someone who had experienced turmoil. And those are the lucky ones. The handful of people who make it out there in the real world were only in the right place in the right time. We're just going to be lost along the way and made mothers and fathers of more ordinaries who fill in the empty spaces around the kids who are going to make it out of their hometowns and look back at their high school yearbooks to find that ordinary kid, your son or daughter who is just something to glance at for a second, a cloud passing by that barely means anything and isn't noticed by many. And the cycle repeats. |
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