| people feeling sorry for themselves. | ugly people that don't know it. |
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"blah" by brokencloud, 09/01/05 blah is definitely a perfect way to describe right now. i feel so useless. i haven't accomplished anything i wanted. i thought i'd have a rough CD out right now, but i don't have anyone who would want to do one with me. besides, i don't really have any talent anyway. i am .... broken for now. |
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"A moment." by undefined_ali, 09/29/05 Underlying the general goodness of my mood are these crackling whispers of i hate you and why do you ignore me and why can't you give like I do and i wish I could tell you the truth and i wish you would disappear and i miss you so much. Not all at the same person. I feel fractured. |
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a poem by All for nothing, 10/03/05 It's all because of you I'm feeling sad and blue You went away now my life is just a rainy day And I love you so How much you'll never know You've gone away and left me lonely Untouchable memories Seem to keep haunting me Now the love so true That once turned all my gray skies blue But you disappeared Now my eyes are filled with tears And I'm wishing you were heare with me Soaked with love all my thoughts of you Now that you're gone I just don't know what to do If only you were here You'd wash away my tears The sun would shine once again You'd be mine oh mine But in reality You and I will never be Cuz you took your love away from me ::I dunno what I did to make you leave me. But what I do know that since you've been gone there's such an emptiness inside. |
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"The sad thing is that I'm too shy." by The Average Yo, 10/03/05 The sad thing is that I'm too shy. I'm too shy, even on the Internet. I browse my favorite tech and furry forums every day, reading what others have to say, but I just read. I am suscribed, and have the oportunity to post, but do I? No, because I just sit there and read. I suppose the fear of posting is being perpetuated by what I read. Everyone else's posts seem so tactful, articulate, and sophisticated. Whenever another forum member posts, I am awed by their magnificient wordsmanship. But, sadly, the amazingness of everyone else is just make believe. Other people aren't writing things that are better than I could write. Well, I suppose people are, but not substantially better. I'm human, so I should stand up and communicate like everyone else in the world is. But, here I am, sitting in an office chair in a dimly lit, humid room. Trying to communicate using a medium that is sadly unidirectional. How am I ever going to learn how to convey my thoughts if all I can do is type inside of a little text box on a website? It's not going to help me, and reading other peoples' writings just makes me hate what I write. I can already see my faults. I use the word "I" too much as the subject of my sentences. The structure of my sentences does not flow. I have awkward paragraph structure. I can't even keep the same tense sometimes. And you know what? You can't use "and" at the beginning of a sentence, or use "you", because that is unprofessional. Everyone seems so perfect and clean, precise, clear. The imagery imparted by the books I read are beautiful. What I write is garbage. Self-esteem, such an intangible thing. I suppose rewards like self-esteem are earned, not given. Carpe diem. |
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"(it's not okay and i'm not alright,)" by heartbreaker, 10/01/05 it just hurts that i'm always the last on everybodys mind, or maybe not even there. well, i'll go back to being invisible. maybe i always was. i'm so delusional, it's killing me. even my mom can tell i'm upset, can't you? i can't even look at anybody anymore, much less pretend that everything's alright, because it's not. it's far from alright. i knew i should have shut up while i could, but then you were nice to me and i thought everything was alright again, but i guess i was wrong, i'm always wrong, everything's going wrong. well, i'll shut up now. maybe i should just get used to everybody not caring about me. THANKS FOR BREAKING ME, now i'll never be complete. does it really make you happy, making me cry? |
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