The VENT THREAD (2)

MetalSuicide wrote:

ohliveuh wrote:

Rella wrote: Why aren't you here.

Sorry ladies, only so much of me can go around at once, you'll all have to wait your turn

I never WAS patient ;-;

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Wait, were either of you talking about me?
Becuase I was just being narcicistic
I you were then it could've come off a bit.. rash

hahahahaha I wasn't

It's funny how people pretend that they love you, when actually, they just don't love you at all.

They use you, they hurt you, and when they're done having fun, they'll throw you on the ground and shatter your heart in even more pieces than when they first picked it up.

Rella wrote: It's funny how people pretend that they love you, when actually, they just don't love you at all.

They use you, they hurt you, and when they're done having fun, they'll throw you on the ground and shatter your heart in even more pieces than when they first picked it up.

...........................Renni

MetalSuicide wrote:

Rella wrote: It's funny how people pretend that they love you, when actually, they just don't love you at all.

They use you, they hurt you, and when they're done having fun, they'll throw you on the ground and shatter your heart in even more pieces than when they first picked it up.

...........................Renni

I know how you feel love.

I've went through your same situation.
Don't feel pain over this, don't feel sad.
Feel happy, do it for me. You got someone who never really cared for you, out of your life.

Now, it's time to mend your heart, and heal.
I love Aaron.

The pain. This pain. That pain. It's all pain.
My uterus, I swear. My diaphram is jank. My kindeys definitely are screwed.
Can all this be happening at once? I bled during sex apparently but didn't feel any pain. I can't breathe because of my respiratory system is shot. And I feel like I am passing kidney stones.
4 Ibuprofen or a bullet to the head. The pain's gotta pass somehow.

Munchkin wrote: The pain. This pain. That pain. It's all pain.
My uterus, I swear. My diaphram is jank. My kindeys definitely are screwed.
Can all this be happening at once? I bled during sex apparently but didn't feel any pain. I can't breathe because of my respiratory system is shot. And I feel like I am passing kidney stones.
4 Ibuprofen or a bullet to the head. The pain's gotta pass somehow.

Maybe take a hot shower?
The steam should help you breathe and heat can be very good for a lot of pain
It's a small step, but everything counts

Rella wrote: It's funny how people pretend that they love you, when actually, they just don't love you at all.

They use you, they hurt you, and when they're done having fun, they'll throw you on the ground and shatter your heart in even more pieces than when they first picked it up.

Agreed

I miss when my routine coincided with other human beings.

Denying that I wanted it felt better than admitting I do and being shot down.

Finally got my things back
All connections have been severed

Please don't let me fuck this up.
I'm so fucking scared, but so fucking happy.

That shouldn't have made me relieved, let alone happy.
I need to stop this.
it's probably fake anyway.

I'm not happy, I've never been ever since I live in this fucked up place. I know that I often times say that you're my happiness, but truly, I hardly smile throughout the day. I feel the pressure of a thousand eyes glaring at me when I go to school. I feel hated on and I hate the fact that there are guys who are so fucking disgusting to try and kiss me or hit on me knowing perfectly that I have you. I'm tired of the continue criticism I receive from people here just for the simple fact that I'm paler than them, that I have blonde hair and that I'm American. I don't understand how so much hate can come from people. I know that I'm nowhere near to perfect, but hell, I'm not that mean. The point is, is that I don't like myself anymore. I wake up in the morning and I look at myself in the mirror, one long stare. I feel so hideous, I can't go pass my flaws and fake that they aren't there, I just can't. They are permanent on me and on my personality.