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What really pains me is the thought that there are people I know in pain and they don't trust me enough with their problems, or they wouldn't want me thinking they're weird, or they think I'll tell other people. It pains me to know that the people I know - the people I care about - are hurting and don't know just how much I would love to be there for them.
Stop cutting. Stop attempting suicide. It hurts me more than it help you. I mean this to everyone, but mostly you.
While visiting Tennessee, I found out there's a town called - I kid you not - "Bucksnort".
So, apparently fruit flavoring isn't actually supposed to taste like the fruits they were named after. They basically just made the flavors and named it whatever fruit it tasted most like. That's what I think I heard, somebody please check my information.
Theory: cats are robots. Evidence: -They are faster than time itself -If you try to tell them no, they'll keep on meowing at you until you give them what they want -They can actually see in the dark -They can catch birds from flight without being seen -They literally don't feel remorse for hurting anything -They can disappear and you'd never be able to find them
"Repost" Post TIP
If you see one of those "Repost now or..." things, you really don't need to repost them. They have no affect on anything whatsoever. However, if you do still repost them, here's my suggestion: create a board/collection/blog or whatever just for those. Give it a title explicitly explaining what it is, and just repost them there. For example, on Pinterest, I have a board called "Repost Junk" for those things. I'm one of those people who honestly couldn't care less about them, but something inside of me still urges me to repost them, so I pin them there. Nobody really likes those things, so do all of your followers a favor and don't repost them to any normal boards, because then they'll show up in the feeds of everyone who follows them. Hope this helps!
I’m so happy right now. I can’t even put this into words. I’ve been wanting to get Adobe After Effects for a while now, and I have it. It’s almost strange, because it’s not a trial or anything, it’s just After Effects.
The title variables in my search showed the name instead of their content, I guess...
At this point, I can see a Wendy's ad anywhere on the internet and it's fine, but as soon as I see, say, a McDonald's ad, I know it's actual advertising.
*At screen door pitch meeting*
Steve (Designer): Our guys have been working TIRELESSLY in the lab to develop the LATEST in UNBUDGING TECHNOLOGY!
John (CEO): Now, will these doors break upon attempt to slide?
Steve: *Grin creeping across face* You see, we've designed the doors to create the false hope of movement, but as soon as enough pressure is applied, our thin-tin frame will begin to bend. Now, this isn't enough to stop it; just make it harder and look worse. Then it breaks.
John: Perfect. When will these be available?
Most of my friends are older than me. They are farther in school, and a fair portion of them are graduating this year. I only have a couple of friends that ARE my age, and I don't even see them often. I'm homeschooled, which means that a lot of my friends I only see around once or twice a week on average, and that's just the ones I see regularly. I hate scrolling through Facebook and seeing all the people I know with their boyfriends/girlfriends, or going to events. In fact, just recently there was a swing dance (I love swing dances) with just about my closest group of friends, and it was for a certain grade range that I just barely missed. You see, I find these posts about people going out and having fun, whereas I don't as often. It feels almost too good to be true when I finally DO get to hang out with my friends, and it usually doesn't last for more than an hour or two. I constantly feel this need to prove myself, like I need to get rich and even a bit famous. Why? Because I feel left out. I don't really need to be famous, but it feels like then maybe someone might notice me. I don't need to be rich, but it feels like then maybe I'll be able to do fun things with the people I care about. The other thing is that I feel like my "friends" honestly don't really care about me as much as I care about them. Again, I feel this need to do great things, to have lots of money, to be known by many, to be loud, to be skilled, all just because I've never really gotten any love by not reaching those minimums. And even still, I doubt how much love I'll find then. I doubt too much whether or not I'll ever even find true love, because I've never really had any kind of a lasting relationship. Everyone I've ever loved either moved away, loved someone else, or just flat-out DIDN'T love ME. Im sorry for the long post, and you probably don't really care either, but it felt like a bomb inside not getting it out. In fact, it still does because no one on this site even knows me. But there you go, everything that's wrong with my past, present, and probably my future...
Pop Tart Results
I wonder, if I was suffering internally and started acting strangely as a result, who of my "friends" would notice? Further, who would ask what's wrong, and even more go the lengths to help me? I fear that nobody would notice, or try to help, even if I tried to make it obvious. I fear that they wouldn't go to the same lengths to help me as I would to help them.
Life is not made hard by the heartbreaks we face, or the friendships we lose. It's made hard by having to get out of bed every stupid day.
Me, just now
I'm Gollum
Friend 1: You know how Gollum from Lord of the Rings always tells himself he has no friends? I'm him.
Friend 2: You have friends! *Motions towards our speech and debate club sitting in circle*
Friend 1: *Takes a step back, laughing*
According to a mom's Facebook comment on a picture of me, there's a girl who wants to talk to me at youth group so I don't think she's a quiet weirdo. Unexpected - yet pleasant - turn.
