I hate it when a friend leaves SG and I can't talk to them anymore, I have 2 so far who have gone that route and I don't like it!
I think we should like be able to leave some form of contact info if someone wants....unless they don't want me to contact them?
I hate fake people, I knew this girl who wanted to give me her number so I took it, we talked a few times on the phone, she got upset once because some guy made a comment about her and asked me to tell her what I thought about her truthfully, I was honest and it was not "brutal honesty" and I thought we were at least friends. But one time I called and the person who answered said she wasn't there and I hung up. I happened to pick the phone up a few minutes later and for some strange reason the phone didn't really hang up and I could hear a conversation going on in the background. It was her and she was talking about me...at first it was nice stuff about me and my skin being nice, but then she said some bad things like "he should stick to his own kind" I was very upset by that...I mean if you don't like me tell me and I will stay away from you.
I knew a guy in highschool too who I thought we were at least acquaintances...but it turns out he hated me...but never mentioned it or had the body language indicating such.
Why do people suck?
I'm trying to write a song about stuff, but I cannot get past the 2nd line without having the feeling like I'm just making it up and I'm trying to make it rhyme....to hard.
"I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Nobody wants me, not even me."
Sorry had to take a stab at a third and fourth line LOL.
Thanks for the email and now you know my AOL s/n and address so KIT. I will be back on in a few weeks I'm sure, but no guarantee. I didn't even know you were still reading my journal.
What type are you? You mentioned that ignorant chick said "Stick w/ his own kind" I'm curious now. Anyway stay sweet, see ya around.
Wow, your lines made me stumble onto a realization that would/will make what I think is a great poem. I am a slight perfectionist and have a slight obsession with conformity and numbers and patterns. The first line of my poem is 11 sylabols, line 2 is 9, your additional 1st line is 7, and your second is 5. All I need to do is make the next line 3 and the one after that 1 and then go back up....SWEET! Thank you so VERY much
I feel that since I add people as a friend I better check/read/comment what they say so I am at least making an attempt at staying a friend. I hope people do the same, I realize not everyone does, but I try
I am my own type. I worship women as a religion. I think everyone has/needs a healthy obsession. I love cartoons. I am a kid inside and forever will be. I don't really care much what other people think as long as they think what they say and say what they think. I hate fake people. I hate backstabbers. I don't like people who can't keep secrets. I am usually funny/whitty. I am an optimistic pessimist and a pessamistic optimist. Everything has a good side. Everyone has a breaking point. Um...I think depression isn't an illness it's a point of view that cannot be wholly fixed with drugs but with a sort of inner peace or at least inner acceptance.