I am not sure what to find on such an app. I use to be a regular writer, but that was so many years ago. I wanted to be part of a space where looks and likes does not influence interactions amongst each other. So, here I am after a Google search. Also, maybe I am trying to get back into this writing thing. It was definitely a huge escape as a child when I was coming into my own.
Now, I am not sure what is going on with myself. I am a typical young professional looking for “something” with some MH diagnoses mixed in. Life right not is just going through the motions that I wish majority of times that I can push a fast-forward button to skip to the very end. I am not a fan of what is supposed ...
“Don't you dare try and reappear
After you already got me standing here
I can't believe you would come at me looking for
A little bit of sympathy
Like I wasn't the one you left all alone crying
Looking like a hot mess
Don't show your face 'round here anymore honey
This is something you better get through your head
'Cause I'm giving you up
Just like I did them Marlboro Lights
And I'm giving you up
The same way I did the whiskey on ice
And it's all so tough
You turn me into a man I don't even recognize
I'm giving you up
The same way you did me out in the moonlight
What the hell are you thinking coming 'round to visit
Completely uninvited messing with my brain again
Couldn't give me the satisfac...
It’s funny how I haven’t written in so long. I feel lonely. I think it’s just because words can’t describe the pain. I try and not think about my pain. I keep telling myself it’s not me, it’s them but what if it’s me? What if I’m the reason they always go away? I don’t have any confidence left. I feel so broken. I try and be as confident as possible but I cry to sleep every night and it’s funny how no one knows. I thought after so many years, you were the one. I’d found someone who finally understands me and like me as me. It didn’t matter that we were just friends. I guess it was all in my head. You were never there for me. I just needed a friend who wouldn’t judge me for being me and I gues...
Let me say thank God for new beginning,thank God for the rain that washed the trash away from my life that I was trying so desperately to hold onto. For only when we let go of the garbage do we then receive the gift.
To encounter love it is to share whether time is taken for someone or not at the end of the day theh come home to you.
So I would rather have some one love me who doesnt have time them someone who claims to lkve you but talks to you like your garbage and cheats on you but then cries on apps such as these about his undying love for u which is false. His reasoning behind his so called love is one fact and that's he hates to lose.
If anyone can speak of live it should never be you. You who knows nothing of love all u know is grotesque acts of sex. This is your idea of love. To hurt others and threaten this is your idea of love. To take pictures as a teen with some unattractive transgender and a...
You know love come in two kinds.
One where they take out time to talk to you. The other, they talk to you when they have time.
You should know what kind of love you really deserve.
Thank you for going to her. Thank you for not accepting my apology.
Thank you for the threats
Thank you for pushing me away and playing games with me
Thank you for believing your gross best friend andy
Thank you for lying in court and making me look bad
Thank you for losing ugly outside as inwas on my way back to you that night
Thank you thank you for telling me I'm worthless when I all I told u was you were.great and that u could make it
Thank you for making fun of me and calling me fat when the men in my life have debunked that theory
Ghana k you for making fun of me and making all the bad accounts on facebook that I showed andrew and others
Thank you thank you
Thank you for al...
In the warm summer of your love,
My life is engraft the golden petals
The worst thing about growing up...... is that I learnt how to put a happy mask on my crying face just to hide the fact that I cry 5 times a week before sleeping at night... and/or in the afternoon. The difference between a grown up and a baby is that the baby doesn't shy away from crying out loud.
"Spending time with the poor and lowly in spirit will enrich one more than one could think."
I'm just afraid history will repeat. I'm not ready for that.
I suffered and I don't wan't to anymore. Time goes on, but sometimes it repeats. And often the second time isn't gonna make it better, but worse.
Not all of us understand that.
There she was about to change my way of thought forever,
Once I set my eyes on her essence on her glow forget her never
My armor melted away that I built for so long,
So powerful love was and the feelings were strong.
We were both so young and had two different paths to travel,
Experience life alone but as one and still not together.
Later on in life it would resume and flower
So I ran through life head ducked and used all of my power
Even though she wasn’t there physically only in my heart
I thought about her so much it would hurt
Finally our paths crossed this last time
Put all other things off set ignorance aside
Still the one I loved then and love even more no...
Darkness can consume it can heal,
Only the one who is dealing with it decides how it feels
In darkness one can hide and be concealed
In darkness one can find their inner peace which only they can reveal
When pain is felt we automatically associated with dark
But the pain is part of healing deep within the heart
There is a light that is in everyone’s dark
Just never seen for we turn our back to it from the start
So when feeling down and out remember there is something there you need to face no doubt
So embrace the dark like a true love
And use the dark to experience the light
For the darkness isn’t always here for you to fight
He closed his eyes
Brought a smile on face
And whispered to her ear
" Let me count
In a moment
How many kisses can you give? "
She burst into laughter
" Darling that cake might not be
In the closet
Found my old shirt
There is something in its pocket
It's a photograph
Eyes are locked on it
Fingers caress it
I smile as memories flood heart
The tears run down
Pain takes its path
I feel the suffocation inside
Vicinity become colourless
Bones burst with anger
Yet the tears roll
The smile doesn't fade away
And my voice keeps repeating a name
The soul is obsessed
I feel all this at once
Well , it's the Photograph
It's my World ...
The universe is a mirror. When asking the infinite for abundance, if you don't love the truth that is your higher self the mirror can often times become your enemy, for it reflects your anticipation, your expectation, your disappointment, your doubt and your fear. This is the law of conservation, whatever goes into a mirror is reflected back out again.
Sometimes I shouldmfocusnon your gross girlfriend.
Sometimes that involves making that spark with her needy and insecure ass.
Sometimes that means to leave the girl who hated you for your nasty threats and all the other shit u did to her alone.
Sometimes maybe if you focus on fugly instead of looking like a tard on social media the both of u and grew up maybe u could enjoy a nice relationship with that needy mongrel u date.