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UBER CUTEZ. =D
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It hurts, but I’m giving you my word.
I hope that you’re always happy,
like we were,Skillet - Say goodbye <3 -
Weep little “lion man”;
Hmm.
My life becoming more complicated as days go bye, some times this is good, sometimes this bad, i cant effing win. -.-
Some people change, alot. Like, as soon as we all left school, you discover they never really liked you, and proboly never did..
Hates a harsh word, and thats why i cant hate.
I hold grudges but not many, and not for long either. But still, loads of people are fake, and behind that plastic smile theyre all rotten underneath, their candy coating just needs to be peeled away. In many points of your life, you realise who your real friends are.
Cheers for being my “friend” as you put it.
Choosing other poeple because you fancy them, over one of your so called
friendsisnt brill for your reputation, then youll come running back, after a wake up call.Friendship & aswell love, could hit you in the face and you wouldnt notice my dearest sonny jim (‘: You know exactly who you are :”D
Lepords never change their spots, and this has been proven, by me.
When you hurt me the first time, i never shouldnt of trusted you again.
lol, im a douchbag (‘:
Oh well, go die motherfucker!
When you are miserable, know that I am just fine.
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Honesty looks good on you, but liar should be your tattoo.
This is my first ever post, so ill propboly just blab on with myself here. (:
Well.
im using this thing as a sort of mental diary, my head it just overloading with shiz i cant handle, so yeah…
where do i start?
you ever heard of the phrase, “if you have nothing nice to say, dont say it atall”? I wish more people have, just as people need to keep quiet about there missuse of insulting words. People today have just got so bad at being nice, nobody smiles, anymore.This world is rather depressing, aint it.
Im not telling poeple not to express there opinions, just be nice about it. It can hurt someone alot.
I hate liars.
whats the point in lieing? Yeah if you were protecting someone, i could understand, but any other reason to lie is bullshit.
My hearts been broken way to many times just from lieing, so ive come to the conclusion, anyone who lies for the wrong reasons is an asalute div.
Why say those 3 wretched words “i love you” if you really dont mean it?Why?
Why lead me on like that?
plus this makes it even worse, you have a rebound.
yeah thats what she is to me, a rebound for you, an exfriend of me. It doesnt hurt as much as it used to but, the imprint will always be there, thanks for “scaring” me.
dick.
Im just an object to you, nothing more am i?
tell me the truth,
oh wait your just a compulsive liar.
nevermind.You seem to let people think that honesty looks good on you, but Liar should be your tattoo.
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I can explain myself: If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. I’m not joking. You’ve been told to look both ways before crossing the street, and the sidewalk is your friend, right? Wrong. I’ve spent years walking sidewalks at night. I’ve looked around me when it was dark, when there were men following me, creeping out of alleyways, attempting to goad me into speaking to them and shouting obscenities at me when I wouldn’t, and I suddenly realised that the only place left to go was the middle of street. But why would I risk it? Because the odds are in my favour. In the States, someone is killed in a car accident on average every 12.5 minutes, while someone is raped on average every 2.5 minutes. Even when factoring in that, one, I am generously including ALL car-related accidents and not just those involving accidents, and two, that the vast majorities of rapes still go unreported […] And, thus, this is now the way I live my life: out in the open, in the middle of everything, because the middle of the street is actually the safest place to walk.
Emilie Autumn
The prettiest wretched whore you’ll ever see.
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