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As I gaze at the water between the moldy floorboards of the dock, I realize,
you should be here sitting on this with me.
Moving with the waves, and touching hands while the sun blinds us.
We should be laughing, and giggling with each other.
But we won't, because, as soon as that sun reaches your face,
I'll be speechless, no, breathless.
You see, I've dreamt about your face, and your voice.
Your breath as you move the hair out of my face to kiss me.
I've dreamt about being in your arms.. forever.
But you see, all this dreaming is useless, because,
as I'm sitting here on this dock, I see a fish swim by,
and it reminds me of you.
But then I'm also reminded of you & her.
I realize that it's useless, and the person that was actually perfect for me,
I have to let go.


 
 
 
 
 
 
I wish that you could see right through me, and know everything I'm thinking.
I wish you knew that it's you who I'm looking at, and not the TV.
I wish you could see the way my eyes shift when I see her with you.
I wish you could see that it hurts, and just, let it be and shove off.
I wish that I didn't fall in love with you first...
I'm wishing that it didn't make me feel like a moron for trying.

I'm sick of pretending.
I'm living some sort of fairy-tale made up in my head.
With I as the Princess, and He as my prince.
But then, slap, you're back to reality, and there's always something,
or someone, who's going to ruin you, in someway.

I wish it was you & I, in this Fairytale, a never-ending one.
Where you'd love me, without any doubt or hesitation.
We'd live happily, so happily, ever after.
 
 
 
 
 
 

If you could go back and fix your most regrettable decision, what would it be, and what would you do differently?

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Pirates or Ninjas?


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Pirates are better than Ninja's, all the way.

I'd rather be a pirate, than a whiney assed Ninja. >.>
 
 
 
 
 
 
starchild---x

^ that's my username above.

If anyone has the PS3, and is interested in going for a few rounds in a deathmatch tomorrow, let me know, or just send me a message, I'll be on tomorrow off and on, all day.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I have a fucking reason for being the way I am, you don't understand.
I've been fucked around, and fucked around, and beaten upon.
I don't trust.
I don't trust me.
I don't trust other people.
I trust you, I trust you alot, but there's always that voice in the back of your head, egging you on, waving everything you've used to keep yourself sane anyway.
I don't know why the fuck you get angry.
You should be happy.
You should be fuckin' JOYFUL that a girl loves you so much, she'd do anything not to lose you.
Yes, I know I sound desperate, and yes, I know, jealousy isn't a great quality in a girl but what?
What if you find some girl, who loves games as much as you do, and you fall in love with her?
You can't help who you fall in love with.
What if she has the perfect shade of red that you like in her hair?
What if she has those perfect eyes you've always wanted?
What if she's not jealous like me, and accepts that you do have friends that were girls?
You can't say you're happy with me.
People who fight with each other every single day of their life aren't happy.
People who fight over small things like a fuckin' cigarette, aren't happy.
People who say things when they're angry, say things so fuckin' hurtful, that it leaves you in utter shock, aren't happy people.
How can you say that you're happy with me, when I do everything wrong, and you seem to be pulling the punches?
Why is everything I say or voice, an excuse for you to wave your hand at?
Why?
 
 
 
 
 
 
I wish, that her hand wasn't with yours, I wish it was with mine.
Don't you?
I wish I didn't have to turn away and bolt, but I do...
I get scared.
Don't you?
I'm scared of how bold you are, and how you just don't care.
I'm scared of everything.
But yet, you stare past me and talk to me like I'm nothing....
Like I'm a sally doll.
Yet, she's never going to feel about you like I do, no-one will.
Chasing someone for three years is a little bit much,
Don't you think? ;)
 
 
 
 
 
 
1) I should've held your hand that one day, I wonder how much different it would be today.
2) I never should have taken anyone's love for granted, because, they're all gone now...
3) I should've been more open, and more ready to learn.
4) Should've never told my own mother that I hated her. Lookit at my mother, she's lost her mom, what a brat I r.
5) I should've said what I felt, not thought about what to feel.
6) I should've said goodbye to you Grandpa Bud. I didn't think you liked me, but that day at the funeral when I saw the 'Grandfather' rose in the coffin, I realized that I did mean something to you, and I am so sorry that I never took the time to open my eyes and even come to visit you. I'm sorry.
7) I never should've taken a bad diet, I'm paying for it in the long end.
8) I wish I didn't fall in love so hard. It'd be so much easy going on about things if the guy you liked isn't at your house like every week.
 
 
 
 
 
 
When you talk to me,
I see right through you.
You shake your fist at me.
I'm done with you.

I'm sick of your shit,
I'm sick of your voice.
I'm sick of your pride,
I'm sick of it all.

Don't ignore me.
Don't fuck around.
I mean it.
I MEAN IT!

I can't take it,
I stand and I sit.
I get affected by it.

I scream, and I punch,
and I create such hell.
Then I sit, and weep,
like a willow on a damp day.

But for what?
To have the next morning come,
and have everything be the same?


 
 
 
 
 
 

What's your favorite memory of your mother?


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My favorite memory of my mother?
That's a hard one.
Well, one day, my mother got really sick and had to go to the Hospital...
I wish I could come up with some super awesome memory that no-one else has, but I can't.
The only reason I like to remember my mother going to the Hospital, is because she was okay.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I sit so close, but yet so far.
I move away, but yet I want to sit closer.
I want to look at you, without him looking at me.
Without her seeing.
So I bury what it is, deep inside,
until the next time I see you again,
until it gets so bad, that, when I see your face,
I can't contain it.
I want to pull you into the darkness of a deserted room and pour my heart.
I want you to listen.
I don't want anyone to hear.
Why are you plaguing me so?
Why is it that everytime I think of you, I feel another heartbeat with mine?
My fingers throw themselves at mercy to the touch of your body,
your smile.
One small touch, and my body is aflame with goosebumps.
I am revolving around you.
Can't you see it?

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