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Tinker Belle posts on 3/31/2016 10:21:01 AM
I'm never going to stop loving you. I couldn't if I wanted to. The only thing that is keeping me strong right now is the hope that one day I will see you again and maybe things will be like they once were. I'm not moving on. I can't and I don't want to. I still want everything I told you. I will never give up on you, on us. There hasn't been a second that has passed that I haven't thought about you. I will wait for the rest of my life if I have to, but it's you I want. I don't really know why, but I feel like I need to say this. I have to say there is never going to be anyone else and that you are it. I love you.
Do you remember writing this? Do you remember how you felt when you were writing it? When I read it, it gave me reason to step back from the edge, just knowing there was someone willing to fight for this as much as me. That willingness was borne from something special. Something I've never felt before. A true bliss. I have used these words as a mantra, a reminder of what I have to look forward to. What I have to live for. These words are my inspiration to keep going when this seems too much for me to handle. I still want that paradise. I am still hopeful that when I finish my journey and Charon returns me Home, that I will be greeted by those last three words, words that I have so longed to hear.
-------------------------------------- posts on 3/28/2016 1:44:56 AM
I have some ideas for a game that I have already into production... here's how it goes.
> You are a ball
> Collect Items - to score points
If you have any suggestions... tell me..
Amelly posts on 3/28/2016 1:24:02 AM
Honestly I have no idea what I'm doing with my life anymore. Everyday seems like the same meaningless routine, I'm sick of it. I'm not living life, I'm just walking through it.
I don't know if its the fact that my past is always haunting me, looming over my shoulder or if its the fact that I cant bear to even look at myself in the mirror without feeling sick to my stomach, hating everything I see.
All I want is someone to tell its going to be okay and actually mean it not just say it for the sake of saying it. All I need is someone to prove to me that there's light in this world because right now I cant find the light because all I see is darkness.
Tachikoma posts on 3/18/2016 10:00:19 PM
By the way…
By the way, I love you?
I’m in love with a wierdo who drags his pet lizard across town on the bus to come watch a movie with me. And I’m not sure what I can do about it. I’ve already told him I like him. But it wasn’t enough. I have a boyfriend after all. Whom I also love. And am very loyal to. Well, in some ways I guess maybe not. He knows I like someone. He seems fine with it so long as it’s only a crush and never goes beyond that. But it’s kind of not just a crush anymore. And it kinda kills me that I can’t do anything about it out of loyalty for the first guy I loved. He was the first, so he takes priority. I enjoy spending time with both of them, the wierdo and the first guy.
Random guy posts on 3/16/2016 12:58:54 PM
Amazing. I have no friends left and more money than I have ever had. My relationship just exploded. Hard to say if that is a bad thing or a cause for celebration. I guess it's always like that. It's also a huge mess. We've been building our lives together for years now and it all has to be separated. I deserve it I suppose. I've been an awful person. I've done things I never thought I would and become a distant lonely person. Where did I go wrong? If it too late to have a life that means slightly more to me than nothing?
Maynard G Krebs posts on 3/10/2016 10:46:00 PM
I developed a heinous ego and sense of entitlement for the first 30 years of my life. I genuinely thought I was better than everyone else. I know that seems impossible but I felt there was something I understood that everyone else didn't. I've always been a sarcastic, rude, condescending jerk. Something happened about 3 years ago, I realized it all. I realized my place and the importance of coexisting. The problem is the old me is built into muscle memory and I can't stop being a jerk. I don't realize the damage I'm doing until the dust has settled from my fighting to the death to make sure I win an argument and that someone doesn't make me look bad. I can't be quiet and I never say the right thing. I'm 34 and I act like a child. My failed attempts and changing to a cooler, better person have lead me to begin hating myself. It might be too late to teach this "old" dog new tricks.
M posts on 2/26/2016 6:01:48 PM
Every day I think about how different my life would be now if I grew up with a family that taught me how to love who I was, if I was taught to love myself and accept myself as I was/am. I knew I was transgender as a child, but I didn't know other people dealt with it as well. I fell into such a depression because of it and felt so awful for who I was, as a 5 or 6 year old. I was in denial about it for the next 25 years. Now I have a child of my own.. And I'm still trying to learn to love myself and I am scared daily he will grow up lacking the love I so desperately wish I was capable of giving him. I don't feel like I'm capable of loving. I'm always so sad. I'm worried he will grow up to be sad like me.
Me posts on 2/21/2016 4:39:02 PM
Sometimes my heart aches at the pain I have caused in my children's lives. The worst part is that even the pain isn't enough to be better. I don't mean abuse, just the failure of being what they need. Being wrapped up in my own life or trying to keep my marriage working, sometimes at their expense. Most days I think that they deserve so much more. That they deserve a man that can stand up and put his foot down. My failure as a father is the knife in my chest. How can the pain not be enough?
SuperFluter Frisk posts on 2/13/2016 3:38:51 AM
I need some ideas for drawing. Anything from specific people to a pretty dress, 3 fish to a snake, basically anything that can be simplified!
Lavinia posts on 2/9/2016 6:14:03 PM
I don't know if I can do this anymore. Normally I'd be able to handle a divorce--if the worm I'm supposed to call my father would actually handle it like a mature adult. He's done such infantile things like block my mother from texting/calling and pretend to not hear her when she addresses him. He's cried several times and it's really pathetic. He's also verbally abusive and constantly invades my privacy. I feel so angry whenever I look at his face, I can't stand to be near him, I feel so dirty every time I see him, a filthy feeling that no shower can seem to wash off. I don't know what to do, and I'm not moving for a little while and this environment I'm living in is so awful. Add to that the pressure of school and self-esteem issues related to that and it's not a fun time. I don't know what to do.
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