Things Left Unsaid - Version 3.0 *Language*
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- fadingbutterfly
- bus mechanic
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- princessbutterfly25
- unpacking boxes
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"a" dont you fucking disrespect my bf ever again i think your nothing but a fucking waste of space dont even look at me you fucking asshole
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Nothing seems to be the way it used to
Everything seems shallow
God give me truth
Somebody's watching over me
And that is all I'm praying
Is that...Someday I will understand
In gods whole plan
And what he's done to me
- kittyfever
- driving instructor
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fuck you. you really can't see how much you're hurting me...
i just need you to listen me.
i just need you to listen me.
'cause total life forever will never be enough
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- Holi
- quintessential regular
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*SU*
The World
Just leave me alone.
Can't I just switch off for a bit
It just get too much sometimes, and I'm just so tired of it all.
I don't want to continue, I just want to switch off for a bit.
I just want to sleep, and wake up a different person
No-one gives a fuck about who I am.
Well... A few do, and they only care about who they think I am, not who I really am, if they knew, they'd drop me faster than hot coals.
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MWR
Fuck it all, I'm sorry.
For doing sodding nothing!
For being a fucking idiot.
Can't R just tell you it was her.
Please don't say or look at me like that
You make me hurt myself so badly and feel so guilty about every-fucking-thing
But you have no idea do you, you've got idea.
It's just hopeless, isn't it?
I can't stop, because I will feel guilty so about it ever happening, and you would remind me every minute of it.
Nor can I continue, because this is just tearing me apart
This is all my fault, I deserve everything that comes to me, I almost made it happen.
The World
Just leave me alone.
Can't I just switch off for a bit
It just get too much sometimes, and I'm just so tired of it all.
I don't want to continue, I just want to switch off for a bit.
I just want to sleep, and wake up a different person
No-one gives a fuck about who I am.
Well... A few do, and they only care about who they think I am, not who I really am, if they knew, they'd drop me faster than hot coals.
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MWR
Fuck it all, I'm sorry.
For doing sodding nothing!
For being a fucking idiot.
Can't R just tell you it was her.
Please don't say or look at me like that
You make me hurt myself so badly and feel so guilty about every-fucking-thing
But you have no idea do you, you've got idea.
It's just hopeless, isn't it?
I can't stop, because I will feel guilty so about it ever happening, and you would remind me every minute of it.
Nor can I continue, because this is just tearing me apart
This is all my fault, I deserve everything that comes to me, I almost made it happen.
Breathe for Love Tomorrow, cause there's no Hope for Today
- 5th section
- just plain inspiring
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You know, I don't care at all that you didn't thank us. That just makes you look childish. Because to everyone else it's obvious that we pissed on you from a great height.
...then one day I realised that the people you see in waiting rooms and car parks and on trains are really far more interesting. That they all have whole novels inside them, a fabric of scar tissues, photos and memories. They are comedies and tragedies and - more often - both at the same time.
- Anna James (1984-2007)
son of ultimate starshine / brother of Eisa & Sprink / Birdie's ornithologist / married to Mande / Chey's uncle
- my place
- my band (or more accurately, the band of which I am the bassist) some SI/SU triggers in lyrics...proceed with caution...
GOING STRAIGHT SINCE 1ST DECEMBER 2009
- Anna James (1984-2007)
son of ultimate starshine / brother of Eisa & Sprink / Birdie's ornithologist / married to Mande / Chey's uncle
- my place
- my band (or more accurately, the band of which I am the bassist) some SI/SU triggers in lyrics...proceed with caution...
GOING STRAIGHT SINCE 1ST DECEMBER 2009
- kittyfever
- driving instructor
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- wilson
- just plain inspiring
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you fucking arse hole.
i cant even say your name anymore.
we let you come drink with us.
and you fucking go along and do this?
i mean WTF?? that is no way to treat anyone you consider a friend, or fucking anyone. no one deserves to be treated like that.
i hope they fucking through your arse out of the fucking country.
you make me sick
i cant even say your name anymore.
we let you come drink with us.
and you fucking go along and do this?
i mean WTF?? that is no way to treat anyone you consider a friend, or fucking anyone. no one deserves to be treated like that.
i hope they fucking through your arse out of the fucking country.
you make me sick
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R.I.P. 1953-2008
counting stars
im over existing in limbo
im over the myths and placebos
i dont really mind if i just fade away
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R.I.P. 1953-2008
counting stars
im over existing in limbo
im over the myths and placebos
i dont really mind if i just fade away
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- zombiepeople
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What the hell is your problem? I give you so many things, and then every weekend you go and invite everyone but me to your little parties. Then when we get back to school you rant about how awesome it was and on and on. You know what I'm sick of you, and you need to get over yourself.
To my T...Please don't give up on me. I'm doing the best I can, but I keep failing and I think you're getting frusterated. Just please, please don't give up on me.
To my T...Please don't give up on me. I'm doing the best I can, but I keep failing and I think you're getting frusterated. Just please, please don't give up on me.
"Wouldn't it be great to heal the world with only a song?"
~Serj Tankian
"Honking Antelope
~Serj Tankian
"Honking Antelope
- ultimate starshine
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Im failing and deep dpown, you fucking know it, but you wont tell me
I am 5th Sections mummy
RDS is my amazing sister
Elmoscaresme is my adorable niece
I am Eisa's Fairy
"The marks I make, The steps I take, Prove i still exist" ~ written by me."
"Never let the fear of striking out... stop you from playing the game" - A cinderella story
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- DecemberLivy
- just plain inspiring
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sometimes, you'd be surprised with how much i loath you. deeply, and intensely. the 14th was a good example of that loathing. i'll never forgive you for agreeing with her. you self serving bitch.
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"My life's a mess"
"That's the way it's supposed to be" - soap -
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I think I'll paint roads
on my front room walls
to convince myself
that I'm going places.
"My life's a mess"
"That's the way it's supposed to be" - soap -
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I think I'll paint roads
on my front room walls
to convince myself
that I'm going places.
- caged bird
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i miss all of you still, and i know it's selfigh to want you back here, but i miss the way things used to be, i wish they hadn't changed.
Being almost devastated is horrible because it lingers. But total devastation brings a kind of peace. It lets you give up.
Thieves and Kings: Volume Two by Mark Oakly
The line between normal and crazy seemed impossibly thin. A person would have to be an expert tightrope walker in order not to fall.
Running with scissors - Augusten Burroughs
- handmade mute
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Mum,
I am really hurt by the way you want me to live my life. I don't want to lie by omission to everyone. I don't want to edit my thoughts, feelings and needs so that it doesn't offend anyone in the family.
I don't want to live scared of being everything that everyone wants me to be. If I want to spend time with my cousin, I shouldn't have to hide it in case my aunt doesn't like it. I'm not taking sides in a fight that has nothing to do with me, and I resent that it's YOU trying to make me.
I don't want to hide things from family because they're stressed. Yes, X is having a rough time, but don't you think it'll hurt far more if Y dies and X finds out after that we all knew it was going to happen and decided X didn't need to know??
I am really hurt that you don't listen to me. I'm hurt that you'll drop everything for X or Z, but you can't even turn the TV down for me. I'm hurt that you still try to play the 'some people have it worse' card, even though I've explained how unfair that is. I am frustrated that you don't listen, decide I said something when I didn't (or didn't say something when I did), and then blame me when you've gotten it wrong. I know I'm not perfect, but still, I try to listen and be sympathetic and helpful. I would like the same in return. I would like to know that you understand that you have two daughters, not just one, and that you care for them equally.
I am feeling betrayed that I try and try to build bridges with you. I try to help you better understand me and what I am going through, and you either don't listen, or criticise. Even then, I still keep trying, and hoping, that you and I can have a regular relationship, rather than this distrusting, wary one. I am frustrated that I spent days writing you that letter, and months working up the courage to give it to you. And you left it here. I know it was an accident, but how do youthink I feel when you remember your chocolate and forget my letter? I worked hard on that, to give you an insight. I put aside my valid fear that you would use that information to hurt me, in order to try, yet again, to help you understand me. And I feel like it's a slap in the face that you forgot it, no matter how accidental it was.
I am really hurt by the way you want me to live my life. I don't want to lie by omission to everyone. I don't want to edit my thoughts, feelings and needs so that it doesn't offend anyone in the family.
I don't want to live scared of being everything that everyone wants me to be. If I want to spend time with my cousin, I shouldn't have to hide it in case my aunt doesn't like it. I'm not taking sides in a fight that has nothing to do with me, and I resent that it's YOU trying to make me.
I don't want to hide things from family because they're stressed. Yes, X is having a rough time, but don't you think it'll hurt far more if Y dies and X finds out after that we all knew it was going to happen and decided X didn't need to know??
I am really hurt that you don't listen to me. I'm hurt that you'll drop everything for X or Z, but you can't even turn the TV down for me. I'm hurt that you still try to play the 'some people have it worse' card, even though I've explained how unfair that is. I am frustrated that you don't listen, decide I said something when I didn't (or didn't say something when I did), and then blame me when you've gotten it wrong. I know I'm not perfect, but still, I try to listen and be sympathetic and helpful. I would like the same in return. I would like to know that you understand that you have two daughters, not just one, and that you care for them equally.
I am feeling betrayed that I try and try to build bridges with you. I try to help you better understand me and what I am going through, and you either don't listen, or criticise. Even then, I still keep trying, and hoping, that you and I can have a regular relationship, rather than this distrusting, wary one. I am frustrated that I spent days writing you that letter, and months working up the courage to give it to you. And you left it here. I know it was an accident, but how do youthink I feel when you remember your chocolate and forget my letter? I worked hard on that, to give you an insight. I put aside my valid fear that you would use that information to hurt me, in order to try, yet again, to help you understand me. And I feel like it's a slap in the face that you forgot it, no matter how accidental it was.
- Licentia Poetica
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whst did i do to desvere this huh?
If we knew each other's secrets, what comforts we should find.
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