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computers marginally infected with spyware: 1 cars wth engines about to explode: 1 dysfunctional yet satisfying long-term relationships: 1 nights a week i eat with my parents: 3 postings on overheardintheoffice.com: 1 damn... |
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it CAN'T be bad to feel like i do except for it's spiraling out of control (and i hate not having that crucial control) it's been like this so long |
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i am so sad 90% of the time and i hope for something different but the truth is, you're too much of a good thing what happened to me a year - a year and a half |
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revelations: i have friends and it's wonderful things are good n' busy but good is good and i'll take it anyday over bad fucking bitch though. so much to do - so little time. the entire "LIFE CHANGE" is ridiculous in its own right.... |
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i spent 75% of my lunch hour crying at the grave of my cousin, who committed suicide over 10 years ago. it is a beautiful day. i wish i was still there. now i am left wondering why...if you can't eat a hot pocket with your hands, where's the value? doesn't the value lie in the fact that it is a "portable" food? mmmm. lunch. |
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I thought I had a great love - so great it drove me to write and this love, it gave me black eyes just out of rage and spite it cultivated for me a massive crop of bruises and taught me she who wins a heart almost always loses. but I still follow all the brightest lights thinking they are comforting for I am full of fright the lights shimmer and dance - I'm hypnotized to bask in their brilliance, I'd give up my pride and always, I do - they should call me a doormat put on your workboots and I'll just lie flat I'll never learn - despite permanent damage Poor judgement's not a trait that's easy to manage. |
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conclusion: i am an awful, horrible, soulless person whose conscience abandoned her long ago. who thinks she can love passionately, but is it passion if it's hurting a lot of people around her? |
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stolen from emilybeingemilyHere's how it works: ( Read more... ) |
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i'm depressed and broke. hard to do anything about either one if i don't want to change. |
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what do you do...when... the status quo SUCKS but there's NO WAY of CHANGING it? |
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holy cannoli - who would have thunk it? 90% John Edwards
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sometimes you can't help but just fall apart and cry all night i gotta wonder how i felt about this last year - because the same emotions were there, just in a different capacity but i am so ridiculously sad, and lonely this year - and it's such a different feeling for me. |
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oh, the fierce hedonistic joy of the charleston mini-chew.
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Sulky, surly - And you won't ask me what's wrong The line I walk is narrow and long. The path I tread is beaten - so am I. The load on my shoulders nearly breaks my spine But still, you'll never take the time To ask me why it is that I never smile. Or why my sense of humor's in such steady decline. Instead, when I cry, it's because of my ego, My fractured, selfish nature - and that I can't let go. That I can't go through life without playing the victim And I must think that martyrdom is better than wisdom! This life I live is rife with jagged edges Call me dramatic, but that's just the way it is. Some people take such a bad lot in life Eternally faced with malice and strife. |
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into my arms, afraid he fled-- trembled like a leaf as I held him there strong body and all, shot through with sobs. felt hot tears on my collarbone and pursed lips, trying hard not to kiss nothing I did could stop his anguish. finally we both came to rest I, with a heavy feeling in my chest-- found myself so suddenly possessed Impassioned, he gripped me hard. A gasp-- And guttural growls spawned primal need clutching each other everywhere we could grasp. light brushes of lips sparked longings unknown plunged into a frenzy of lust his hands pullled me to him, firmly and just-- every movement made waiting harder to bear And to think, I was predisposed to not care! So much for that - I lost myself.
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sangria. afternoon. sunshine. there must be more days like this ahead. thanks for covering my ass. |
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fate's just some fucked up whore without an agenda she set me in her sights and got her pimp to break my kneecaps. |
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