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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 3:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 3:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 6:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:20 pm
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Indigo Project Thanks, Eien. *hug* GRM: I changed the name to Angst Zone from Bitter Old Maids Club so anyone could use it. Now, on to my pointless emotional dribble that I usually post on MySpace: It's been over a month now and I'm still dreaming about him, even though at the same time I'm wondering if every word he said was a lie. Did he mean it at the time? Was he just using me? Was it something in between? He was the first one to talk about being married and staying together forever, yet out of nowhere he tells me it's over. I don't understand. If it were something wrong with him I would have tried to work things out, but as far as I could tell we were both happy, so, logically, there must have been something wrong with me. He insist there is nothing wrong with me. I don't understand. This makes no sense. I just want him back. It was hard getting my stuff back yesterday. I've been crying off and on since Friday night. I'm tired, but I can't sleep.
Aaaw. *huggles*
Stop worrying so much about things. You can't fix it now. sad
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:34 pm
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Indigo Project La Belle Isolde Stop worrying so much about things. You can't fix it now. sad On the day that it happened he said there was a chance... He even told me that again the day after... "Rooting for us." I want to believe that so bad. He even wanted me to keep his class ring.
Ouchies. The pain of an unclean break. That's harsh, really harsh. I should know, I made a slow painful break and I realised it was a big mistake. In the end either you are together or you're not. Shades of grey achieve nothing but pain unless it is mutual on both parties emotionally.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 11:45 pm
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I have some angsty stuff going on here. I don't really want to vent to the entire guild about it since...well, it's private. I actually started typing it out, but stopped....since it was just...too much. Requires too much typing, etc. It's a long story. To be brief, I'll just say, I'm single, but I'm not supposed to say I am, because I guess my relationship, is kind of on hiatus. It's hard to explain, really. All I know is that it has caused me a lot of angst. ...I've gotten used to it now, but at the beginning of last week, it was driving me crazy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 9:59 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 11:04 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 10:45 pm
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I bruised my knuckles and broke some blood vessels in them today by punching the inside off a bathroom stall door multiple times in anger. The pain felt good at the time though.
Unforunately, it was because my boyfriend is being retarded, to put it lightly. On our 11 month anniversary, which on top of acting like an absolute a*****e he forgot. I made him food and he bitched about it all the way today, I made him tea and the same thing. I hate him so much, I wish I didn't love him.
And talking to his best friend I've confirmed that I want this relationship to work out a lot more than he does, rather than what he tells me about me "not trying to make it better".
THE DRESDEN DOLLS LYRICS
"Bad Habit"
Biting keeps your words at bay Tending to the sores that stay Happiness is just a gash away When i open a familiar scar Pain goes shooting like a star Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far...
And you might say it's self-indulgent You might say its self-destructive But, you see, it's more productive Than if i were to be healthy
& pens and penknives take the blame Crane my neck & scratch my name But the ugly marks Are worth the momentary gain... When i jab a sharpened object in Choirs of angels seem to sing Hymns of hate in memorandum
And you might say it's self-indulgent And you might say it's self-destructive But, you see, it's more productive Than if i were to be happy
And sappy songs about sex and cheating Bland accounts of two lovers meeting Make me want to give mankind a beating
And you might say it's self-destructive But, you see, i'd kick the bucket Sixty times before i'd kick the habit
And as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought That even if i quit There's not a chance in hell i'd stop And anyone can see the signs Mittens in the summertime Thank you for your pity, you are too kind
And you might say its self-inflicted But you see that's contradictive Why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?
And pain opinions are sitcom feeding They dont know that their minds are teething Makes me want to give mankind a beating
I'm tried bandages and sinking I've tried gloves and even thinking I've tried vaseline I've tried everything And no-one cares if your back is bleeding They're concerned with their hair receding Looking back it was all maltreating Every thought that occurred misleading
Makes me want to give myself a beating....
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