| | 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. | | | | | 10306 | | On the one hand, I'm at college and I should be fucking every girl that comes my way. On the other hand, I just can't justify sex with women that mean absolutely nothing to me. Every girl I've ever tried an actual relationship with has fucked me over in a hilarious way. So, I've given up on being chivalrous and finding a loving relationship. I'm just gonna fuck the next girl who shows any interest in me. | | | | | 10305 | | I'm cheating on my boyfriend. I love him so much, but I can't seem to convince myself to stop. I really like the other guy, but I'm not in love with him. But I really do love my boyfriend. He means everything to me. But being half way across the world from him and barely talking to him once a week is difficult. I can't have him when I want him, and sometimes I feel like he doesn't miss me. I know that he does, but I'm putting so much effort into keeping our relationship alive while I'm away. But I don't feel the effort being returned. Maybe that's why I can't stop. Maybe that's why I'm looking for comfort in someone else. What am I going to do when I get back home? Do I tell him? Or do I keep it a secret and continue with our relationship? What is going to happen between me and this other guy? What if he really falls for me? I don't want to have to break his heart. He knows I have a boyfriend. We don't really discuss it. It's a silent acknowledgement. I'm so torn and so confused. I hate myself...why must I do this to him and myself. Why can't I just be a stronger person and do what I need to do to end this? I don't know how long I can keep doing this. It needs to end soon, but how am I going to do it? I will always hate myself for this...and now there's no way to change it. I don't know what to do. I don't even know what to say. I can't talk to anyone, no one will understand. I feel so alone in the world. | | | | | 10304 | | I hate all this. Every day exactly the same as the one before it. Dragging through another day at work, sitting at the same desk doing the same thing, listening to the riducously babbling of my idiot co-workers. NEWSFLASH: NO ONE CARES HOW BIG A PUMPKIN YOUR GRANDKID PICKED! Being so utterly bored and frustrated when I come home that I just sit in front of the TV watching the utterly retarded crap they push onto the public, cursing every person I see on the screen. Logging onto a ridiculous, moronic online game in a pathetic attempt to feel like I'm interacting with other humans and doing the same stupid thing over and over because my in-game "friends" are too stupid to figure anything out on their own. Going out to the garage and staring at the expensive sports car I bought to be cool and then wasted more money on to make it so stupidly fast that I can't drive it without being paranoid about being arrested. Listening to endless lecturing about how I need to start setting up retirement plans for 30 years down the road like my whole life was meant to be nothing but a balance sheet. On the rare occasion I do try to find a female to spend some time with I only get so pissed off at the petty ridiculous games they want to play, or the stuck up snobbery only a vagina can provide, that I want to toss them out a damn window. NEWSFLASH: YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS 3 BILLION OTHER WOMEN DON'T! YOU AREN'T SPECIAL IN ANYWAY! YOU ARE A PATHETIC LOSER LIKE THE REST OF US! I just realized the other day that I was thinking all of this last year at the same time. Not a damn thing has changed. An entire year of my life gone with nothing to show for it. Everyone walks around wasting their lives in the same stupid way that society makes us think we all need to. Go to school, get good grades, go to college, get a job-you can hate every second of it and waste your entire life hating doing it but as long as it pays good then you're golden! IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU WOULD RATHER SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE HEAD THEN GO TO WORK IN THE MORNING BECAUSE THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IS MONEY RIGHT!, don't forget to set up your retirement account early!, find some bag of flesh opposite your gender and pump out some kids that are dumber than you are, buy all the crap society says you need like needlessly fast cars, leather furniture and oversized TVs, recieve the token golden watch and retire. NOW REFLECT ON HOW YOU WASTED THE ONE LIFE YOU'LL GET DOING THE SAME DAMN THING EVERY DAY! | | | | | 10303 | | I have given up on life. I go through the motions, but I just don't see it getting better. I don't think it can get better. I am hopeless, and my situation is hopeless. I broke my own record with 207 cuts. No one even knows. And if they did know, I don't think they would care anyway. | | | | | 10302 | | I have realized that I used to overanalyze things and be oversensitive but girls have destroyed that. I don't react to things like I used to, things don't phase me like they should anymore. I am calmer through the worst occurrences all because of girls. I think this is a bad thing. I have changed drastically in just 10 months. and yet one of the girls that did this to me should have been the first to notice yet doesnt because we are no longer close so noone has noticed this problem except me. | | | | | 10301 | | Everything that I once believed in has been lost. In the past couple of months I've lost it all. I have no clue where it all went or why I had a sudden change of morals. All I know is that I have to find myself again. I have to find what I believed in for so long. I lost my faith in myself in the midst of all of the partying, all of the drinking, and all of the guilty pleasures. What's going to be the hardest to let go is how it all made me feel. The feeling of acception and pleasure. It's going to be a long long chapter of my life... | | | | | 10300 | | I'm at a school where I'm one of 40 straight guys. This school is in NYC. This place has made me hate gay people. | | | | | 10299 | | I'm a mean bastard to pretty much everyone. I make fun of everyone. I take outrageous positions on minorities, death, and firearms just to scare people and make myself feel special...feel important. I can't help it and I don't know why. | | |
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