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Ummmm........ why don't you just go close it yourself? |
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Last edited by tommo; 03-10-2012 at 03:16 PM.
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I want to spend the Spring break alone in my apartment and just sit there doing nothing but random crap on the Internet, but nooooo, I'm going to my father's house for the week off. |
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For the past week, more specifically 4 days or so I'm had this continual, dolorous pang of anxiety and sadness. It's not like normal though, it's just so dark and looming, devouring. It's wretchedly simple yet deadly. My stomach is churning, my head is aching, and my throat feels a peculiar buzz. I don't know what to do, I've just been in my room awake since 8 this morning in the dark, reading or on the computer, which is fairly normal. I couldn't get back to sleep. My friends want to "hang out", not like I would anyway, but I'm just ignoring all their pleas currently. My dreams have been horrible too, very anxious and stressful. I've been feeling this in my wake and in my sleep. There's no way out. |
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Last edited by Erii; 03-10-2012 at 07:28 PM.
From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
Exactly.. |
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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Zhaylin: |
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I'm ranting because this thread isn't in Dreamviews Favorites! |
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I hate it when people meddle into my affairs thinking they own my problem and have to fix it for themselves. Going on and on and on and on and on and on and on about MY problems. I know that they are trying to be nice and whatnot but fuck off. You aren't in anyway shape or form related to my dilemma, stop pressuring me and being a faggot about it. And hell, I told him that he should shut up about MY problem but he didn't. And he is always so demanding and.... annoying >_> |
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Somebody shoot me. Just fucking shoot me. Take me out back and shoot me, bury me in the woods. Run me over with a bus as I cross the road tomorrow. Ship me over to Zimbabwe so I can starve, get AIDS, and die. Seriously death can't be worse than this bullshit. |
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"You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop"Lucid Goals: [Ask a DC: "Am I dreaming?"] [Ask a DC: "What are you?"]
double u, tee, eff. |
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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