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15 years ago
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Ten things I wish I could say to people:
1. I love you, and I'm glad I've said it.
2. I wish you'd just go away and stop leaving me comments, I don't want to be your friend anymore.
3. I'm really glad you turned out a fat, single idiot since you talked shit about me in high school.
4. I want to punch you in the face, but it looks like someone already has, and you've eaten them.
5. You let me down ALL THE TIME. I'm not going to fucking draw your tattoo for our grandfather because of it. But I'm not going to tell you that. Suffer.
6. I wish I didn't still feel awkward around you when we hang out, we've technically known each other for years now and I know you won't judge me.
7. I really wish you could have apologized to me sober. Or at least remembered doing it. You gave me nightmares.
8. I really wish you weren't dead.
9. I hate you. You chose a stranger's life over mine. You were nearly the reason for me committing suicide. Luckily someone else stood up. You never fucking believe me and I suffer because of it.
10. I wish you didn't abuse me like you do. It's all mental too. You've yelled at me so much, told me I'm in the wrong so much, I feel useless and stupid around you. Your angry tendencies have rubbed off on me and now I get angry and violent too. If someone yells at me, I'm put on the verge of tears because of you. You saved my life once, but any respect I owed you then because of it is gone now. Thanks for fucking up my life too.
Nine things about myself:
1. I have GID
2. I'm immune to poison ivy and jelly fish
3. I could have gone into a biology-based career but I was too lazy and put off by my teachers.
4. I hate humanity.
5. I draw my art with a mouse, and yes it makes me feel accomplished/special.
6. I used to drink and smoke but I don't anymore.
7. I have pectus excavatum.
8. I read lips most of the time because I'm incapable of understanding spoken words often.
9. I have little heat-sensitivity in my right hand because my freshmen year of high school I melted all the skin off my fingers.
Eight ways to win my heart:
1. You have yo be Proserpine
2. Honestly
3. Openness
4. Trust
5. Cuddles
6. Strength
7. Let me protect/coddle you some of the time too
8. Connection
Seven things that cross my mind a lot:
1. Proserpine
2. Food
3. Sex
4. Pain
5. Organs
6. Anger
7. Art
Six things I do before I fall asleep:
1. Internet/art until I'm about to pass out
2. Tell whoever is still awake/talking to me, bye
3. Turn out the lights
4. Turn on a movie/show/music
5. Toss and turn, think too much about everything
6. Pass out from exhaustion
Five places I want to visit:
1. Germany
2. California
3. Pros's place :P
4. England
5. Alaska
Four things I'm wearing right now:
1. Pros's old Megaman shirt
2. Jeans
3. Socks
4. Plaid underwear
Three musical artists that I listen to often:
1. Muse
2. Regina Spektor
3. Combichrist
Two things I want to do before I die:
1. Get famous for something
2. Kill someone
One confession:
1. As open as I seem with strangers, I never actually tell them anything I could end up regretting.
1. I love you, and I'm glad I've said it.
2. I wish you'd just go away and stop leaving me comments, I don't want to be your friend anymore.
3. I'm really glad you turned out a fat, single idiot since you talked shit about me in high school.
4. I want to punch you in the face, but it looks like someone already has, and you've eaten them.
5. You let me down ALL THE TIME. I'm not going to fucking draw your tattoo for our grandfather because of it. But I'm not going to tell you that. Suffer.
6. I wish I didn't still feel awkward around you when we hang out, we've technically known each other for years now and I know you won't judge me.
7. I really wish you could have apologized to me sober. Or at least remembered doing it. You gave me nightmares.
8. I really wish you weren't dead.
9. I hate you. You chose a stranger's life over mine. You were nearly the reason for me committing suicide. Luckily someone else stood up. You never fucking believe me and I suffer because of it.
10. I wish you didn't abuse me like you do. It's all mental too. You've yelled at me so much, told me I'm in the wrong so much, I feel useless and stupid around you. Your angry tendencies have rubbed off on me and now I get angry and violent too. If someone yells at me, I'm put on the verge of tears because of you. You saved my life once, but any respect I owed you then because of it is gone now. Thanks for fucking up my life too.
Nine things about myself:
1. I have GID
2. I'm immune to poison ivy and jelly fish
3. I could have gone into a biology-based career but I was too lazy and put off by my teachers.
4. I hate humanity.
5. I draw my art with a mouse, and yes it makes me feel accomplished/special.
6. I used to drink and smoke but I don't anymore.
7. I have pectus excavatum.
8. I read lips most of the time because I'm incapable of understanding spoken words often.
9. I have little heat-sensitivity in my right hand because my freshmen year of high school I melted all the skin off my fingers.
Eight ways to win my heart:
1. You have yo be Proserpine
2. Honestly
3. Openness
4. Trust
5. Cuddles
6. Strength
7. Let me protect/coddle you some of the time too
8. Connection
Seven things that cross my mind a lot:
1. Proserpine
2. Food
3. Sex
4. Pain
5. Organs
6. Anger
7. Art
Six things I do before I fall asleep:
1. Internet/art until I'm about to pass out
2. Tell whoever is still awake/talking to me, bye
3. Turn out the lights
4. Turn on a movie/show/music
5. Toss and turn, think too much about everything
6. Pass out from exhaustion
Five places I want to visit:
1. Germany
2. California
3. Pros's place :P
4. England
5. Alaska
Four things I'm wearing right now:
1. Pros's old Megaman shirt
2. Jeans
3. Socks
4. Plaid underwear
Three musical artists that I listen to often:
1. Muse
2. Regina Spektor
3. Combichrist
Two things I want to do before I die:
1. Get famous for something
2. Kill someone
One confession:
1. As open as I seem with strangers, I never actually tell them anything I could end up regretting.
