My OFFICIAL thread
Thread Topic: My OFFICIAL thread
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Hn... well in that case I can start by not leaving even though I really sort of want to, and then I will try to be courteous enough to stay up until you come on and not going to bed at nine, and then I will help by attempting to encourage and discourage you, and then I will help however you need at that point.
Last night- when you were going through all that crap that I still hardly know about... I had a dream that I can't say was painful because you can't feel pain in a dream, but it was painful... see what I said thus morning...
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Ah, well you see, just like emotions pain demands to be felt. And that has lead me me to conclude that we shouldn't follow pain because just like emotions, it is only temporary. This analogy has lead me to believe that pain is a dull advocate that is used to hurt and help us but either way we look at it, is is only the cause of the effect and some effects aren't for the better... idk, I am still pondering the depth of this theology myself so I can't elaborate, yet.
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I gtg in a few minutes....
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What if I don't come on until 1 in the morning though? And if "encouraging" me just makes things worse, like it normally does irl?
Ah...I've felt pain in dreams many times before. MANY times.
you knowing all my personal s---, how'm I supposed to know you ain't gonna give that to somebody who neither of us can trust with it, or how do I know you ain't gonna do what my parents are so worried about happening? -
I left my emotions behind today. No more of that s---.
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One in the morning for you is only eleven here, that is two hours earlier than I usually go to bed. And that is why I said discouraging too.
ouch, is hurts. Sometimes I almost die in my sleep because I forget to breathe or start clenching my head and screaming.
Listen, I understand trust. My two best friends can't keep a secret so I know how to analyze who is trustable and who isn't. And as far as trusting me goes, you are right, trust is abstract with me so there is absolutely no way to know. But I can try to b prove it to you.
I doubt that.
So am I, my fingers are crippled still so I have to retype every other word. -
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Oh woah, I've never been that bad. o_o
How can you prove it to me without getting me killed possibly?
No, I did. Those that you might see through these words aren't real emotions. They only extend to my keyboard, no closer to me.
Same. -
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Yeah...
Well I could tell you something that only a normal average teenager girl would know. Or I could just tell you...
Mhmm. Of course
Yep,
I gtg -
O_O XD
*sigh* I'm sorry, Savannah...
O.o okaay, whatever thats supposed to mean.
You don't believe me, but yet again you aren't believing the truth.
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Alright then , see ya. -
I won't be back until two..
I:)
It's fine,
Well..
I believe you, but I would never say that it believe eyou.
gig for resls -
what, am or pm??...eh whatever you're going so I won't bother you with queeestions...
okay...
:-/
Whatever. ._.
Okay. -
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What?
FROM THE FIRE,
THAT BURNS INSIDE
CONSUUUMING
I FIGHT TO STAY ALIVE
BUT I CAAANNNTTT BREEAATHE
THE VOICES SCREEAAM,
THE ENEMYY
TAKES OVER EVERYTHIIINNNGG
THIS IS THE MAADNESS IN MEEEE!! -
Haha, so this is a dumb question but are you still on?
Odds are in will probably pass out before you see this, but whatever. -
I think it would be a good idea to share tiny story's of our life's simultaneously instead of posting it all in one big post because that would take a long time, so here is a not-so-sad memory I have.
One day when I was about 9-10ish, I was playing around in Nathaniel's room without a care in the world. At the time we had this cat, Toby, who was a cool cat, but he was really hyper and still had unrestricted kitten tendencies still. I was attempting to do a hand stand using my brothers twin sizes bed as a prop and I felt a cat clawing at me from underneath the bed. I wasn't sure what cat it was, -seeing as we had three or four cats at the time- so I lay down and slowly lifted up the bedspread hoping the cat wouldn't pounce on me. Well, Toby wasn't very restrained and not a moment after I had lifted the bed spread up his claw came out and seared through my eye. My dad was really pissed at that cat because if Toby's aim was even the slightest bit lower then I would be blind in one eye right now or at least have problems with it. I still have the scar on my eye and I hate it with passion, I used to be proud of my battle scar but now I think it disfigures me and adds onto the problems with me that I can never remove.
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