My life, is so messed up. you know what, things never work out. life is so cruel. I tought i had friends. so much for that. i thought, that, ya know, maybe they actually liked me? so much for that. you know what? my life sucks. you know i went on one of my 'so-called-buddies' blogs, and you know what she'd written? that when someone said she missed me, she asked why. and then when that girl went 'huh?' she was like, 'we only hung out with her cuz nobody ought to be alone' oh gawd. i really thought that they were my best friends. fine, we had out rough times, and we had our good get-together-and-loose-your-sanity times. i thought they were my best friends. my first friends... so much for that.
On the brighter side, (small bulb flickers and goes out) if there was one (kicks the bulb) (bulb fickers on) (then off) (stands alone in the dark) ok, so i was lying. there is no bright side. i am going to be all philosophical now. life, is like erm, plates of cakes. plates covered in chocolatey and blueberry cakes. and my life (attempts to upload piccie) (fails) is like empty plates. everything i ever had has been snatched away from me, sometimes i think it's better not to have anything at all.
here's an exerpt from one of my fave authors on fanfiction.
No man has felt the true sorrow of heartache until he wears the blood of his best friend. Heartache is not just the outcome of blood. Heartache is a sorrow that is triggered by emotion. Emotion is a pain, an ache, that is triggered by any number of things. Loneliness, defeat, rejection, abandonment, fatigue, betrayal, exile, death…All of these things can cause pain, and all of them do cause pain. A deep penetrating pain that, more often than not, shatters the soul and releases bittersweet tears that were not meant to be witnessed by any other man, woman, or beast. You died, Wren, and I felt loneliness, and I felt defeat. I felt fatigue. I felt rejected and betrayed and abandoned by our almighty God for letting what happened to you happen. I felt shunned for ten years. It was pain, Wren, that brought on emotion, which brought on heartache, yet I did not wear your blood. No man has felt the true sorrow of heartache until he wears the blood of his best friend. I did not wear your blood, Wren, ergo; I did not feel the true sorrow of heartache. But what I felt, though, what I carried with me for ten years nearly was the death of me. If this was not true heartache, if this was not the full effect of how much pain God will allow us to undergo, then I do not want to know what is, nor should any other man.
She never covered the part of the best friend.
No one has ever felt true heart-ache until he's been stabbed shit. gtg. brb.
lets believe togetther[6:06 AM]
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