GIRLS DON'T REALIZE THESE THINGS (They Really Don't)
But most of all
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
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Never treat the guy who treats you best like crap, cause one day it might come back and bite you in the ass
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
DON'T HATE OTHERS FOR BEING DIFFERENT!!! HATE YOURSELF FOR NOT BEING KIND ENOUGH TO LOVE EVERYONE, NO MATTER WHAT!!!
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This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
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I am changable and moody
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal fucking safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself
Do not stand at my grave and weep
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My name is Chris
I've fallen once again
That monster there
That monster there
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A funny thing I found about the best word ever:
Perhaps one of the most interesting words in the English language today is the word "fuck." Out of all the English words that begin with the letter "F", fuck is the only word that is referred to as the "F" word. It's the one magical word that just by its sound can describe pain, pleasure, hate and love.
Fuck, as most words in the English language, is derived from German, the word 'flicken' which means "to strike." In English, fuck falls into many grammatical categories. As a transital verb for instance, "John fucked Shirley." As an intransitive verb, "Shirley fucks."
Its meaning's not always sexual, it can be used as an adjective such as "John's doing all the fucking work." As part of an adverb, "Shirley talks too fucking much." As an adverb enhancing an adjective, "Shirley is fucking beautiful." As a noun, "I don't give a fuck." As part of a word, "Abso-fucking-lutely" or "In-fucking-credible." And, as almost every word in a sentence, "Fuck the fucking fuckers."
As you must realize, there aren't too many words with the versatility of "fuck", as in these examples describing situations such as:
Fraud: "I got fucked at the used car lot."
Dismay: "Aw fuck it."
Trouble: "I guess I'm really fucked now."
Aggression: "Don't fuck with me buddy."
Difficulty: "I don't understand this fucking question!"
Inquiry: "Who the fuck was that?"
Dissatisfaction: "I don't like what the fuck is going on here."
In Confidence: "He's a fuck off."
Dismissal: "Why don't you go outside and play 'hide and go fuck yourself?'"
I'm sure you can think of many more examples. With all of these multi-purpose applications, how can anyone be offended when you use the word? We say, use this unique, flexible word more often in your daily speech. It will identify the quality of your character immediately.
Say it loudly and proudly, "Fuck you!"
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The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
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Never give all the heart, for love
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Updated Tuesday, 19 June 2012
I'm so upset I'm nauseous. My eyes and face hurt from crying. My eyes are still blurry with tears. And my kittens are freaking out because I'm so upset that even their excessive cuddles aren't helping. I don't understand why every bit of progress I make means nothing. I'm high strung, severely insomniatic, I never say everything that's on my mind and definitely don't mention everything that upsets me. I hate asking for help, because I hate feeling weak. I spend so much time trying not to cut self-injure, and the one person that I should be depending on to help me, constantly goes out of her way to make me miserable. When I'm doing what I'm told, and what I need to even if I'm not told; my "support" has to find something to degrade and punish me for. She messes up, and it has to be my fault. I'm lying by omission because I didn't answer a question that she didn't ask and did answer the question she did ask. Even though she had an emailed answer to the question she decided I was lying by omission for not answering and the question she did ask that I answered, and was apparently lying by answering. A color-coded, bullets under 6 different subjects (that were in different colors), dates next to each task that needed/needs to be done. But she woke me up because I "didn't go to her to get my meds," and decided that my kittens food was making my room smell like a sewer- after she told me that their litter box was stinking up my bedroom (it is in my bathroom- has been for about two weeks, because she told me to put the litter box in my bathroom)- and then when I pointed out that their litter box isn't in my room, she said they must have peed in my room because it smelled like cat piss, and then when I vaccumed and used the deodorizing pet spray in my room that smelled like baby powder perfume, she decided that they must have pooped in my room, despite there being no cat poop in my room and me having vaccumed and sprayed my baby powder smelling room with deodorizing pet spray and then lavender febreeze (and I hate the smell of lavender)- at which point she resorted to my babies dry food making my room smell like a litter box (even though she didn't know that their food was in my room until about two hours before, and the the food bowl was empty so there wasn't anything to create scent anyway), that my room was a mess because my Snuggie was next to my backpack and not in my closet (even though I take it to school everyday and she screamed even more when I did put it in the closet, like she told me to).
When I pointed out that my kittens were sleeping on my bed since before the time she came into my room two hours beforehand, she claimed that my room smelled terrible when she had been there earlier. Which is absolute bs, because she would have mentioned it. And my best friend was at my house earlier in the day and she would have mentioned it. And the babies didn't urinate or defecate in my room, and dry food doesn't smell like anything unless you have ridiculous amounts of it, and there was no food in the bowl anyway.
But just like always, my mom told me that I was arguing with her because I'm hateful, ungrateful, disrespectful, evil, and want her to be miserable and I want her to die early. She just tells me that I'm making myself into a victim when I did wrong and she's just reacting to help me.
Yeah. Sure. That's what's going on. She keeps saying- we're moving forward, no need to bring up the past. Except that only applies if it's beneficial to her. Because that is what she uses when she does this. And when I say that she's bringing up the past, she says, "Well, you're giving excuses." But I'm talking about her waking me up at 12:30am for no reason except that she's in a shit mood about something random. Especislly considering that I was in a good mood when I went to sleep (the whole half hour- woo-f-ing-hoo), and she wasn't mad at me.
And I hate when she lies to me, tells lies about me, and then gets pissed when I tell her that what she's saying isn't the truth. I accept reponsibility for my actions. Not my mother's actions. Her lack of ability to read what she keeps insisting I email to her doesn't translate into me doing something wrong. She asked me a question, but because she apparently can't read and can't remember the difference between Anatomy and Physiology and American Government, when I answered her question. She asked me again, and I admit to giving her a sarcastic response. I'm tired, I'd been screamed at for imagined wrongdoing, and the freaking answer to her question was written on the calender on the back of her bedroom door, and on her email- which is on her phone; and she'd asked me an absolutely stupid amount of times in the past two weeks. She gets the same answer every time, I'm not my teacher, meaning I don't pick when assignments, quizzes, and tests are. My teachers do that. So asking me the same flipping question that is answered in print about 20 times in about 5 or 6 days and then yelling at me because I clearly lied, and then she yells when it is proven that I didn't lie; because she can't remember everything I tell her "in passing." Or because my bullet points are somehow "long, complicated senteces that make no sense. I can't understand that." When the bullet goes lke this:
"Class Name and Period. Teacher Name. Assignment name. due date."
and I made the different classes different colors. But that is to hard for a women with a literature degree to read and understand.
And I was getting verbal abuse for "lying by omission" because I "didn't answer the m-fing question fully." When she just didn't ask the question she meant to ask. So I was "lying" because I can't read her mind to find out what question she has for me at 1:00am in the morning when she asked a question that I fully answered. Repeatedly. But she can remember what I said 10 years ago and throw the shit I said as a kid back in my face, but she listens to me and the teachers setting times for certain work, and makes up her own times in her head and yells at me for "lying" because she "heard what I heard" and then says that the couselors and teachers can lie. Yeah mom. My teachers are going to tell you bs that I told them to tell you. So they can get fired and lose their teaching liscences. Yeah. Really likely.
And I'm not going to get over the answer to her "question" that was her in her bs reasons for waking me up, yelling, and just causing chaos being in a LIST that SHE MADE ME EMAIL HER and being on the calender that SHE MADE ME GIVE HER AND PUT ON HER DOOR.
When I mess up, fine I messes up. But she had no real reason for this except to ruin my optimistic, happy, anxiety free, actually fell asleep in a relatively short amount of time- mood. I'm not going to get back to sleep. I'm exhausted. My eyes hurt, because of crying and no f-ing sleep. My face hurts, because of crying and no f-ing sleep. I'm nauseous, because I'm so upset and stressed and I feel like she was trying to make me look like I'm trying to look victimized. Except that even her boyfriend (who always talks about me when I do wrong) didn't see any reason for her flipping a shit. He wanted to know what the h. e. double hockysticks her problem was/is. She isn't proving anything. I did what I needed to do. I actually had time to sleep and actually fell asleep without staying awake in the dark doing nothing for hours and then waking up at early times, or just getting up and turning my alarm off when it comes on, but before it makes osund because I never managed to fall asleep. She knows I won't be able to get back to sleep.
I'm losing weight and breaking out no matter how much I eat and wash my face because I'm stressed out about HER. Not what I did. Because I can deal with my own failures, I can adjust to them and work harder to fix them when I need to. But all the eating in the world isn't going to help a 5'1, 76lb. girl when I never sleep, and I'm always stressed and anxious and every time I am calm and not upset, my mothr comes back around with something to be make me upset when I haven't actually done anything to deserve it. And then I get blamed for her stupidity (at least by her). My family members don't think it's okay. No one she talks to does. Because they hear what she says, and then they see what really goes on. My friends and family and even slight aquaintances know that I'll admit when I'm doing wrong or have done wrong, but it is also commonly known about me that when I haven't done wrong, I'm not going to admit to doing, saying, feeling, or thinking anything that I havem't done, said, felt, or thought.
I'm trying so hard not to cut. And when I'm struggling to calm down and breathe properly and everything hurts because there is no way I'll get any sleep longer than maybe half an hour when I've gotten about 12 hours of sleep since the 8th and it's the 17th now. My brain is going to cease functioning. I'm probably going to collapse at some point. And my mom will tell me that I collpased for attention and to make her look bad.
3:28 in the morning. And I have to be at the bus stop at 7:20. Lovely.
I'm not deleting my rant of upset-icity from yesterday, because erasing my ff.net middle of the night venting won't help anything. I'm not in a bad mood. And my mom is pretending like nothing happened last night. So I'm rolling with it. I'm doing what I need to do, so I'm not going to stress about it.
It's the 17th. I have a Halloween party on the 28th and maybe the 27th if I can get a ride to that one. I have no idea what I want to be, except that I want to be sexilicious. Because I'm comfortable with the friend throwing the party and the people I know she's invited. I have to plan a back up costume because the cold and I hate each other...
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It came to mind to check. This is something I signed up for in July, I think. I was in the 100 thousands bit of the list if I remember correctly. This is progress, which is good. Even though November 28 feels like forever from now. It is Allies Week. And it is already Wednesday. It'll be Thursday in an hour and 54 minutes. I've eaten ridiculous amounts of junk today. All pizza and donuts and pop-tart and candy and then my oh-so-healthy eight bites of cantelope and honeydew. I'm wide awake, even though I've been running on what must be adrenaline for a week. My body is exhausted, my thoughts aren't working the way they need to. But my mind and body refuse to accept sleep. And I refuse to medicate any more than I already do. Depression meds with a *possible*side*effect* of *mild*sleepiness* should not magically transalte into a sleeping pill. I don't need depression meds. I'm aware that I'm manic depressive. Doesn't mean that I want more meds to make therapeutic methods less likely to work the longer I use them. I don't want my brain to stop making endorphins on its own. So those meds will stay where they are.
I had someone tell me I could sell them. I said, "Yeah, except I'm not a drug dealer. And no one buying these illegally would use them for anything I could live with myself for aiding."
I've also had "friends" ask me if I could give them Adderall before an important exam. And I said no, duh. I take Vyvanse; which happens to be a Schedule II controlled substance. I'm not going to federal prison because some girl, who's name escapes me even now, didn't want to study for a test she paid $150 to take. I'm sleepy. And I have spanish class in the morning. and a quiz in science. and not in any other classes, because surprises make me upset when it is a quiz. Quizzes require preperation.
My cat needs me to clean his eyes out. And give him chicken and his vitamins. Same for his sister. The dog is sleeping, I think.
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Ha! Even my mother's absolute childishness this morning cannot bring me down!!! I saved my betta fish from imminent death by flopping out of his fishy-bowl because my cat tried to make friends. Poor Leo hasn't gone anywhere near that fish since, he really was just trying to be friendly, and Fanta-Murado was understandably terrified of a 10 pound cat jumping onto the 5 foot dresser his bowl was on and pressing his paw on the side of the bowl. Lula just watched, being a dainty bitch cat like always (I love her!). I love Leo and Fanta too, even though Fanta is a bit uninteresting once you get used to his pretty colors. I got his white, black, and purple gravel so he matches the purple and contrasts the black and white so his colors are accented, but I can still see him when he goes to the bottom to chill and kiss his rocks and the sides of his bowl and move his poop around.