to begin my life on deviantart, a...tag001. Real name: The Travelling Writer
002. Nickname: Penned Sarcasm
003. Status: excited
004. Star Sign? umm...when i find out i'll tell you
005. Male or female: male
006. Elementary: my dear watson!
007. Middle School: okay
008. High School: in the future
009. Smart: not the smartest, but up there
010. Hair color: brown
011. Long or short: shortish
012. Loud or Quiet: loud
013. Sweats or Jeans: jeans
014. Phone or Camera: camera
015. Health freak: nope
016. Drink or Smoke? not at all
017. Do you have a crush on someone? yes, i do as a matter of fact
018. Eat or Drink: drink
019. Piercings: not as of yet
020. Tattoos: sadly, no
FIRSTS:
023. First piercing: to come
024. First best friend: i could remember, but it'd blow a hole in my mind
025. First award: ........
026. First crush: current
027. First pet: a fish
028. First big vacation: off to virginia
030. First big birthday: seven
CURRENTLY:
049. Eating: no
050. Drinking: no
052. I'm about to finish this thing and find out how to get works up on here
053. Listening to 80's music
054. Plans for today homework, reading, sleeping
055. Waiting for dinner
YOUR FUTURE:
058. Want kids? sure
059. Want to get married? yes
060. Careers in mind writer, a teacher
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WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY?
068. Lips or eyes: eyes, bonus if she has good lips
070. Shorter or taller? shorter
072. Romantic or spontaneous sort of a mix
073. Nice stomach or nice arms: *shrug*
074. Sensitive or loud sensitive
075. Hook-up or relationship relationship
077. Trouble maker or hesitant hesitant
HAVE YOU EVER:
080. Lost glasses/contacts yeah
081. Ran away from home: for one night, i slept down a few blocks.
084. Broken someones heart *sad smile* yeah, i'm sorry
085. Been arrested: almost
087. Cried when someone died yep
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
089. Yourself: myself...yeah, sorta...depends
090. Miracles: depends on the miracle
091. Love at first sight absolutely not
092. Heaven: kind of
093. Santa clause for a while, then came the day that he didn't show, the same day that i was home alone.
094. Sex on the first date: could, but no
095. Kiss on the first date *shrug*
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now yup
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life: my life's okay
099. Do you believe in God: sort of
100. Post as 100 truths and tag: twistedxsketches and darkestpoetrylover, oh wait, he did it already...so just twistedxsketches
Dead
Well, I'm giving up. That's it. I'm done. It has been over six weeks, with little change. Sheri thinks that it's the same thing that went on with Kevin, but I know that there are a bunch of differences, such as deviantART, first of all, and then there's the fact that I keep on trying to talk with no avail. So guess what?! You win! Congratulations. Goodbye and good luck with life.
I wish there was something I could do. I wish that I could just hug you and hold you close to me until you have no choice but to be with me again. But who am I to tell you who to be friends with? Who am I to say that it's not over 'til the fat lady sings? (What does that even mean anyway?) I'll tell you who I am: A desperate ex-friend with nothing anymore; an idiotic person who can't let go; a nuisance to this world and you.
I hate you. There is no other word to describe it. I wish you would get out of my freaking mind! I wish I could just kill you right now and let any thought of you leave me forever. I wish you would get out of my life.
I don't mean that. Not a word of it. I think I love you. I wish for you to never leave my mind. I wish that I could die to save your life and stay with you forever. I wish you would come back into my life so that maybe someday, we could be together again. Maybe even for the first time.
You're not listening to me, are you? Are you?! Of course you aren't. You stopped listening a long time ago. Too long ago for words.
Does that mean that this rant, this "conversation" is over? Absolutely not. I will keep on talking, whether it is to you, to the world, or to this wall. I will continue spilling everything that my thoughts pertain to.
I can't stop wondering why you did this to me. But don't tell! That would ruin everything. If I knew why, then what would the point of all this be? If I knew why, then what would I be thinking about you for?
But look at me. I'm talking and talking, and no one is listening. Because you've already left. I'm sure you never really heard anything past, "I'm giving up." Once again, goodbye, and good luck with your life. I hope you enjoy things without me. I really do.
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I often have to deal with myself, which is pretty hard core, because she's picky, selfish, mean, and always seems to get in the way of things that I want to do. And then there's me. Me is so stupid, that me can't even make a correct sentence.
I’ll tell you why not. Because I can’t let you go. I just can’t. I keep telling myself things to convince me of completely forgetting about you. “He’s changed. Look at him. He’s just like all the rest now.” “He won’t even look at you. You’re trying to tell me that you want that kind of person as a friend?” “He makes things awkward. Don’t even try to get him back.” Until finally, I just have to say to myself, “SHUT THE HELL UP!!! Yes, he has changed. So much from when we were friends. So don’t tell me that he’s not worth it, or he doesn’t wish to look at me anymore. Maybe I’m wrong, but…” You still care, don’t you?
“I have a heart.” “i take none of it back.” What are those supposed to mean? I think I know, but I’m not allowed to assume.
Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please… (Those were not copied and pasted.) I don’t know what I’m pleading for. There’s nothing left to say… I hope. Maybe.
Or at least, there’s nothing that should be said.
Except I’m sorry. For everything. For liking you way back then, for following you even now… For trying to protect you; I’m so sorry.
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I often have to deal with myself, which is pretty hard core, because she's picky, selfish, mean, and always seems to get in the way of things that I want to do. And then there's me. Me is so stupid, that me can't even make a correct sentence.
1. I'm talking to myself here.
2. It sounds like we were ever more than just friends.
3.
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I often has to deal with myself, which is pretty hard core, because myself's picky, selfish, mean, and always seems to get in the way of things that I wants to do. And then there's me. Me is so stupid, that me can't even make a correct sentence. Get it?
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I often have to deal with myself, which is pretty hard core, because she's picky, selfish, mean, and always seems to get in the way of things that I want to do. And then there's me. Me is so stupid, that me can't even make a correct sentence.
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"Meh" is but a word to answer all questions and reply to all comments.
"Is the sky blue?" Meh.
"YOU'RE AN IDIOT!" Meh.
See? So to you, I say, "MEH!" Get it? No? Too bad!
"Gah" on the otherhand is an exclamation.
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I think that it would be easier if thinking burned a bunch of calories.
Then stupid people would be fat
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I should stop while I'm ahead. And I would if I could, but I can't, so I won't.
A penny for your thoughts? I'm trying to become a better listener.
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light works in odd ways. but light is less complex than people
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"Always do what you want, and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss
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light works in odd ways. but light is less complex than people
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