- girl: your new girlfriend is pretty. (i bet she stole your heart)
- boy: yeah, she is. (but you’re still the most beautiful girl i know)
- girl: i heard she’s funny & amazing. (all the stuff i wasn’t)
- boy: she sure is. (but she’s nothing compared to you)
- girl: i bet you know everything about her by now (like how you knew just about everything about me)
- boy: only the stuff that count (i can’t even remember the stuff she tells me when i think of you)
- girl: well, I hope you guys last. (because we never did)
- boy: i hope we do too. (whatever happened to me & you?)
- girl: well i got to go. (before i start to cry)
- boy: yeah me too. (i hope you don’t cry)
- girl: bye. (i still love you)
- boy: later. (i never stopped)
- .... : \
Make up your fucking mind. You tell me to grow up and I do. Then you tell me to slow down I’m way too young and I say fuck you. Who the hell are you to tell me what I can and can’t do? I’ve surely been through more life then you have so stfu and sit your ass down. You are the toilet paper I wipe my ass with, The toilet that I piss in. You tell me to grow up, oh, you are one to talk bitch. You think everyone in this damn world owes you something and hell yeah, they do owe you something; a shovel of dirt in your nasty ass mouth. You can lick the very ridges of my asshole bitch and you’ll love it too.
First of all, you said it wasn’t MY car. Second of all, I don’t even want that car, like that car or need that car. And so lastly, don’t tell me what I need to buy for a car that doesn’t belong to me. I have a 6$ an hour job that buys me my needs, not YOUR car’s needs. I don’t know how 6$/hour is going to get new wipers, fluid, an oil change, carpet, new bulbs for the signals and new lights. Aren’t you a manager for an IT department and driving a Beamer?
To dream that someone is choking you, indicates that you are suppressing your emotions. You have difficulties in expressing your fears, anger, or love. Consider the phrase “being all choked up”. Alternatively, you may feel that you are being prevented or restricted from freely expressing yourself
I think one of the most everyday difficult decision is “Should I return it, or keep it?” When you come across things such as lost/dropped wallets, bags, phones and music players you initially think of yourself. Should I keep it, sell it or return it? And everyone knows the right decision; to return it. And for some people their ego is screaming “Yay! New phone for me! Finders keepers, losers weepers!” I find myself questioning the actions of mankind. Some people put a great deal of their lives into their phones. Many type memories on the spot, have irreplaceable photos, set appointment reminders or have important date reminders. To many people, a phone is more then just for socializing. Some run their business by the minute, others call family from far away to say, “I love you.” Some have written unforgettable memories while others may have written ideas that could have changed the world. Just think about it, if you want that phone so bad then just imagine how the “Loser” feels. Twice as bad as you before you had it. Think again people, stop being selfish and make a change.
They saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So they put their arms around you and whispered, come to me…
With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away. And though we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay…
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. They broke our hearts to prove to us, they only come to take the best!
I am different because I am sympathetic. Something many people unknowingly lack. I’m a tiny girl but I’ve got a big heart. I’m courageous and I face my fears. I can stand up for myself and I do not follow. I understand pain so I don’t pass it on. I am no more and no less different then anyone one else and I can admit it. I’m a little strange in the brain son, but I ain’t got a range on imagination.
I used to love so easily but now I’m heartless. Funny how you technically feel love because of the hormones your brain releases but its your chest that feels empty. Heartache. I feel nothing. Nothing. I didn’t even feel pain when you left. I didn’t feel pain when you drove away. Our story is so complicated I can’t even sort it in my head. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to feel. I can’t even feel.
It’s so hard to love someone who is forced to give their all to someone else. Who has to give other people their priority. Its so hard to fight and struggle with someone who I know will always win. She will always win. You will always have to love her more then you love me. Yes, its selfish…it is. Things would be so much different if…