My turn to make my very own thread.
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Thread Topic: My turn to make my very own thread.
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Ohh that sounds like a onwderful list.. x3 Try this one:
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*wonderful
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Timothy- Yeah. My friend does too, that's why I'm listening to them. ^^'
Ok, I will. c: -
^-^ Three Days Grace is also lovely.
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Time to go baiiii
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I've been told. c:
Bai. :3 -
.....I didn't miss this place at all. How sad that my life used to revolve around it. That I came here hoping to impress people so I wouldn't be hated. I was so fake when I was a newb. Tolerable, I think, but fake as hell. I'm going to note that now so I know in the future that it's not a new revelation. I was so fake. Now I'm finally who I am, truly. Growing less and less likable, aren't I~?
So.. What did I come here for? I guess I'll make a little entry now for the sake of knowing.
He bought me some cookies and a cute little fake rose. He asked me to be serious with him. He knows how I feel and he feels the same. He is the perfect person, and the only thing in my way is my own fear of being disowned.
I've also come back into touch with my old habits, not to socialize. I've started trying to isolate myself again and not have to talk to anyone under any circumstances, but two years of trying to reverse the damage has left me with something I never had before, and it's hard to get rid of it, or even formally decide that I want to get rid of it. Friends. People who actually want to talk to me. I have that now, and while my impulses are telling me to do everything I can to find a quiet place where no one will find me and listen to my music full-blast and disregard the world around me, there's a little pain in my chest, a little thump that I know will turn to throbbing if I regress back into what I was. I don't want to be a startled little girl anymore. I don't want to be alone in the corner or at the back of the classroom, intentionally making myself unapproachable so no one dares come closer. I want to be known. I really do. My own internal workings are severely hyprocritical. I've become self-destructive.
He was back in our school yesterday. I don't know why. He graduated last year. I thought I'd never see him again. And yet there he was, gesturing at me like he thought I was a friend. Maybe last year. Last year, I let myself look past what he said. I made myself believe it was a privelage to be his friend. But I've matured. I know better. I'd rather not have friends than have friends who think so lowly of me. Goodbye, girl who wouldn't cry if I died. Goodbye, friends that turn on me. Goodbye pervert who thinks I'm going to be happy to see him again.
Hn.. what else is there? The band? Not really much of a band. A disfunctional gathering of semi-like-minded people, I guess.
Blame ADD, he named it. Some BS reason for why my suggestion for a name wasn't good enough. He's made himself the leader of it. Still, it's bring ing me closer to my true passion, and that's music. I just need to work at it. I'm going to get there eventually. I have to. -
Just stop it. Everyone knows you're not going anywhere. Even if you are, you'll be back soon. No one wants to see your stupid s--- anymore.
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Destiel should happen anyway though.
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Mari. Mari. Pssst.Hi. -
Hello.
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How are you?
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Get Scared has a new album coming out. I'm good. You?
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There's a reason I don't even try to get on here anymore.
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Hi Mari.
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