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Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 7th, '16, 14:31
by 646rebecca
I put in the effort to seeing you all.
She didn't, but you guys still bent over backward to see her when it disadvantaged someone who made time for you people!
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 8th, '16, 06:43
by Fire
I feel like this is the first time I've relaxed in eight years.
Has it truly been this long?
I forgot what it felt like.
Not to hurt. Not to be dead on your feet. Not to live in constant fear. Not to have your heart break just by existing.
Now I'm afraid it will end.
Like if I look away from this beautiful bay, the entire world will crumble around me, and I'll be back in Mass, sitting at a desk, staring at a half-finished paper with a midnight deadline, exhausted as death, heart-aching, and in more pain than I can bear.
It always hurts more when you know there's something else out there. Something better.
Oh please don't wake me up, oh please don't wake me up....
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 8th, '16, 14:35
by Myanai
I smile like nothing is wrong, embarassed of my own pain. If I reach out, will they help? Or will my fears come true? I have no ambition or will to follow through with anything... how cowardly is that?
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 12th, '16, 08:30
by Rehgai
Up until now, when I give into cutting, I have a method- Using the friction of skin on skin. Usually, I use my pointer finger and rub it on a spot to create a burn. It is an excessively long process, but means I cut less frequently, and burns are questioned less.
Except a month ago, I used my finger and a razor. First time ever, and I wonder if I can control it. The cuts were superficial, but the burn still lingers. I fear for the next time. Can I stop myself again?
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 17th, '16, 11:13
by Fire
After years of slaving away to get to where I needed to be before I could leave, I'm finally living my dream.
So why am I so miserable?
I made it. This is everything I've ever wanted.
I'm traveling the world. With the love of my life. Seeing and experiencing things I only ever dreamed of.
Why can't I be happy?
Guess Watsky was right...
Happy's not a faucet that'll flow when the handle is turned...
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 21st, '16, 02:08
by Plaguemouse
On occasion i make myself puke if Ive eaten too much because it hurts.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 25th, '16, 10:21
by Sunlight
The thing that scares me the most is that no one really needs me.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 25th, '16, 17:06
by saiyouri
I didn't know parents were worthless pieces of shit. Oh wait let me be more correct.... Mothers who sacrificed everything for you were shit and dirt. But of course your abusive father is god... Thanks for telling me. Die and leave me alone.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 27th, '16, 08:16
by saiyouri
Is there a reason why you hate me so much? What did I ever do to deserve this? I swear people all around me hate me. Make me relive parts of my past I am working tirelessly to be rid of. But I can never escape them because of you. You are making me relive ones that are the worse in my mind. Things that took everything that made me who I am from me. And again... it's all gone. Things that always brought something in my life, my body, my feelings are all gone in a second. Because you uttered those words to me. There is never turning back on that. It's all gone. We are all done with. You were never truly anything to me were you? Wished I knew that before I left everything behind for you. All for nothing. Guess there is nothing called "love" in this world and never was. My child self was correct. Love is a hateful and horrible word and never exists in this world and never will either.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Aug 29th, '16, 08:52
by Sunlight
Okay, so it's very obvious that you don't like me, but I didn't think you hate me to the point that you'd write out the part of your life that I was in. You didn't meet her at graduation; I introduced her to you a long time before that. I don't expect you to say that I did, but I thought you'd say something like, "A mutual friend introduced us". Something that doesn't necessarily point to me, but still validates my existence. But no. I was so horrible that the time period when the three of us hung out together doesn't even exist in your memory anymore.