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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Oct 2, 2017 17:04:03 GMT -5
You are my star, and I love you like one. You are my everything, but now we're done. You left me because I burned out. I want you back so much; I may be a dead star, but my light can still be seen. I want you to come back to me, so we can continue to form our constellation. But you never will. I love you like a star because thats what you are - a star. You are my star in the nighttime sky. My burning bright light that helped me hold it together in the dark. Helped - not helps - because you left me in the dark. I'm alone now, trying to remember what it was like. To see your light. To feel your warmth. To have you be apart of me. But I can't anymore because you left me.
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Bisexual
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𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛
Phantom Thief
watch dandadan
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Post by 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 on Oct 2, 2017 21:30:13 GMT -5
Given the legal opportunity, I would hit you with a bus.
(I'm sorry XD I wish I could do something all cool and poetic like you guys, but this as honestly the first thing for the person that came to mind.)
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Halloweeny(Clue)
I hope to get 500 posts by the next month, but I probs won't make it.
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Post by Halloweeny(Clue) on Oct 8, 2017 15:13:24 GMT -5
I love you, but you don't. I'm not important anyways. As clingy or sad I am, I won't set you back. You are an amazing friend; I could never hate you. Sorry for all the times I was socially awkward, all the times I was angry at you for no reason, for all the times that I embarrassed you. You go girl. Go live life on your own, maybe find that boy you liked. Just remember, I'll always remember you for who you are and love you for all the happiness you give me. I do hope I can make more memories with you, just a little more time to love you.
(Honestly, I felt like I could've cried while writing this, but I've cried so much that I don't have any tear ducts anymore.)
(Also, if you didn't know: I was bi, she was straight.)
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Oct 22, 2017 18:25:00 GMT -5
How about...)
DANG IT YOU IDIOT ANIMATION IS HARD AF SO SHUT UP!!!!! I'M TRYING MY HARDEST AND I TRY TO DO GOOD ART AND YOU JUST MAKE DAMN WELL JOKES ABOUT IT AND UGGGGGHHHHH IF YOU THINK YOU'RE SO GOOD THEN YOU TRY IT!!!!! TRY TO ANIMATE LIP-SYNC OR DRAW A GODDAMN DRAGON OR TRY TO DRAW REALISTICLY OR UGGGGHHHHHH JUST SHUT UP!!!!! I'M SO FLIPPING MAD I JUST WANT TO TRY MY BEST JEESH STOP TELLING ME IT'S BAD AHHHHH.
(ok, that's how I don't tell him how FRICKEN ANNOYING HE IS AHHHH!!!!!!)
(crush struggles are real)
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Post by Beast_Of_Bermuda on Oct 23, 2017 15:33:45 GMT -5
Sometimes, something changes your life in a way so drastic you'll always have a memory of it. Sometimes it's positive, other times it's soul crushing. Why on Earth did you make me tell you? For years I had a crush on you. Then one day you ask who my crush is. You tell me to be honest, I tell you and I'm ignored forever. Great, yeah thanks so much for lying and making me feel terrible. Because of you, I looked like a fool at the winter dance. Thanks for getting all of your loser friends to mock me in public. Because of you, I was humiliated for not having a girlfriend. You don't even speak to me. I hope someday you get off your high horse and accept that you should be careful what you wish for. Thank you for making a year that was great into one of stumbling over and over again. One where I was almost popular. You tarnished me and I hope someone does the same to you.
Sorry, jk lol me speaking to you was a mistake,
Cloudus
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Post by Beast_Of_Bermuda on Oct 23, 2017 15:36:23 GMT -5
First day of second grade. I told myself. No friends. They'll only ruin your studies. I told myself. But that wasn't the only reason. A year ago, on the last day of first grade, all my friends betrayed me to be 'popular'. It hurt. It hurt real bad. No one cared. Not even the teachers. I cried. So, when the school got a falling average and I was allowed by the district to go to a more... succeeding school... I was more than glad. No friends. They'll only betray you, like those traitors. Do you know what happened as soon as I walked into my second grade class? I made friends. The best ones you could ask for. A couple years later, it was the fifth grade. My crush, who I had so faithfully stuck to, had moved away. I was... crushed. But I didn't move on until he had gone missing. Not my crush, but another student. He had moved to the school during the third grade. I had never really took notice of him before. But when he had mysteriously disappeared from the campus, I knew I had moved on from my old crush, because I couldn't stop jittering and shaking. I was so relieved when they found him. (He had run away because of how bad his friends were hurting him. Just like I had) I loved him, and I knew it. I just wish I had told him before the school year ended, because I never saw him again. I had moved to a different state. It hurt. It hurt real bad. So I cried, because not only did I lose him, but I lost my friends all over again. You know, this happened when I revealed that I was moving schools in 4th grade and one kid went up to me on the last day and said to me: "At least I actually have friends, loser." Then he proceeded to say some very offensive things to me for about 10 minutes. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 10:02:29 GMT -5
I like you. I don't think you like me.
You're pretty much the only one I've liked in this way.
I know you don't like me like I like you.
I know she is pretty.
I know I'm not pretty.
I know you probably still wouldn't like me even if I was pretty.
I like your hair the way it is. I don't like the way they tell you to cut it.
I would love for you to grow out your hair if you liked me like I like you.
I know that's not going to happen.
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Post by M𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖇𝖗𝖆 on Nov 6, 2017 9:03:55 GMT -5
You dare set your sorrowful gaze upon me as I lay in my hospital bed, clearly suffering. You dare to feign sympathy for my plight. And yet, I do not belong to you anymore. Why?
Because you left me. You shattered my heart, and when I begged you for a reason, the reason you gave me was pathetic: "Because it hurts me to see you suffer". Well, pardon me for my Crohn's. Pardon me for the pain you feel as I spend my days at a chronic pain level of 7 out of 10. Pardon me for the pain you may have felt as I sit here now, hunched at my keyboard as my body fights to metabolize that chemotherapy agent I have to take now, because I have no other treatment options. You knew exactly what you signed up for the day you asked me out. I warned you what I would experience, and what did you say to me? "I can handle it". And like a fool, I believed you. Like a fool, I wasted over a year of my love life on you. If we had gotten married, our vows would have been nothing to you, and I pity the woman you get who has to listen to you lie about being there for her "in sickness and health". I pray your daughter never falls for a coward like you. She shouldn't have to pay for your failures.
The man I have now would never leave me for such cowardly reasons. The man I have now places a warm hand on my belly and rubs it when he notices I'm in pain. It does nothing to help my pain, but it helps my spirit. However, I will never stop worrying about my illness pushing the ones I love away from me, and it's your fault. You are the reason this uncertainty has plagued the back of my mind for years.
And I hate you for it.
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