| | 10316 | | When I was young my parents would take me to the park and the first thing I would do was pick up dog poop and put in my mouth.
| | | | | 10315 | | I am in a near constant state of awe with the wonders talented people can create. So much modern art in the form of digital media easily equals or betters art of previous ages and yet goes utterly distained simply because it appears on a screen rather than a wall. | | | | | 10314 | | I hate being around people. Everything about everyone else annoys me. All day I want nothing more than to get away from everyone. But then when I do, I end up feeling more alone then ever. So I try to live through movies and words, reading about other's experiences. Reading about love. And I get more lonely. Yet I still can't stand to be around anyone. | | | | | 10313 | | There's so much going through my head right now, and I am not sure what to make of it all. It's like one big hurricane in my mind, but I hope to see clear skies ahead. | | | | | 10312 | | A few days ago I read a story about a girl who was abused in terrible ways by her parents when she was a child. Beaten by her mother, molested by her father, picked on and bullied at school. Then she meets another girl whom she comes to love and who loves her. Someone she finally feels safe with. Life would be empty and meaningless without her. The two girls grow up together.
They are attacked one night in a park. Waking up in the dirt after being beaten and raped, she finds the broken body of her lover lifeless under a tree. The most terrible part of the story is that it was based on the life of the writer. I can't even begin to imagine any amount of pain so great. | | | | | 10311 | | i'm caught choosing between my husband and the girl i'm in love with. i never should have put any of us in this situation, but it's too late now, and i don't know what to do. if i leave him, i'll be alone, because i don't think it would work out between me and her. if i stay with him, i will have this constant desire to be with her. and now, we can't even hang out anymore, since i told him i was attracted to her....i've really destroyed everything. | | | | | 10310 | | I keep reading more of this stuff and each time I think that my mind has been so blown by it that nothing better could ever possibly come along, something that shines all the brighter is found and my head is shattered to pieces again. | | | | | 10309 | | Its amazing what being lied to for a long period of time, by someone you mistakenly gave your trust, can do to you. Its a strange feeling. Its not that you hate the person or even that you are mad at them, you just don't care to speak to them, almost like you don't consider them to be human anymore.
Having them characterize you as some kind of stalker who just can't let go, now that will make you mad enough to hate them. | | | | | 10308 | | On the one hand, I have potential at anything I do. I could do just about anything and not only be good at it but be great at it. On the other hand, I have this terrible thing in the back of my head that wants only to hurt everyone and everything around me. It pushes me away from people and into the dark isolation where it grows stronger. There is two clear distinct paths I can choose, each offering its own advantages.
A: I could certainly get to know her better, perhaps in time to gain a mutual love with her, and either move on with my education and better myself or perhaps serve and gain honor among my sibkin, or even do both. Go on to lead a happy, normal, productive, average life with people I love and who love me.
B: I could let loose the black void that calls to me so strongly, accept that which nearly consumes my every waking thought. Pursue that which I have craved and starved for above all else in my life. Give into it and let it become who I am, achieving greatness among the darkest of souls.
The cliche battle of good and evil continues...how sad. | | | | | 10307 | | I hate that my ex has a girlfriend and after two years, I am still single. What does he have that I don't? I like to think I have a lot to offer. He is a high school dropout with no dreams and cavities on his front teeth. So why is he happy when I'm alone? I hate it. I know I'm being a selfish immature bitch but I just don't care. It bothers more than it has any right to. | | |
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