where does all of this laundry come from? I'm sick of it! SICK OF IT!
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where does all of this laundry come from? I'm sick of it! SICK OF IT!
Yesterday I drive an hour and a half to a mall in Texas (It's a tax holiday plus I just wanted to see what the mall was like - I was hoping for a Panera). I was looking for work tops but found the cutest purse ever (not THE purse). I buy the purse and go about my merry shopping way. When I get home I look over my purchases and gosh darnit!!!! the security thingy is still on my purse!!!:flare::flare::flare:
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH why does love, the best thing that has ever happened to me, also have to be the hardest and most complicated thing?!?
I feel a little better now :)
Sprinks, I think you're one out of over a billion people who have asked themselves that exact same question since the invention of love ;):lol:
Papayahed, if the alarms of other shops haven't gone of after purchasing the bag then maybe that security thingy isn't working... you could try painting it or sticking beeds on it to make it look fancy and who knows, start a new popular trend... :p :D
Just kidding, it's happened to me before and made me about as mad!!! :flare::)
well it all begins in an arabic forum since i am frim dubai
and thats very heart breaking for me ....idont know how to deal with
that son of a ****.
it has been 2 years with true friendship and respect and
before 4 days : he sends me a letter asking me to call him
and when i sent him the answer saying whats going on...
he asks whats going on???:idea: i know nothing about that
seems like some one i know is trying to ruin things between me and
you ...
I hate it and he knows he's wrong ...he's not addmitting!!!
why?????????
:bawling::bawling::bawling:
I think he wants to dump me in a way ...and calls a girl "love" when he
never did that before ...
please tell me how to deal with him
should i ignore???
please tell me guys !!!!
Boys >>>i guess you can feel
what do you think ???
:crash::crash::crash:
PS: my heart (really) hurts...true pain not emotions....
Yep, probably :pQuote:
Originally Posted by lugdunum
ya know what's annoying??? Giving ones opinion or saying "I don't like that" and having at least 2 people tell you you're wrong and give reasons why you're wrong. Seriously it's an opinion, it's mine, and it's not wrong. Butts.
Ignore em that's what I say!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
Okay,, here is my rant for the day... books that aren't available for ereaders. The theory is that either the author's or the publisher's are afraid of pirating. Valid fear. But here is the thing... People pay a decent amount of money for these devices for one reason or another. I am willing to bet that they are STILL willing to pay for the books as well. This is simply a different medium in which one can enjoy books.
If you are afraid of pirating, then encrypt the files. Or only liscence the electronic copies to authorized dealers. Of course, there will be those to figure out how to by pass this. But overall, it should curtail this issue. Gosh this is the age of electronics. Get over your fear of living in the stone age already!
Ok, I'm pissed off. I was just reading a teen mag where that b&*&* Miley Cyrus is talking about how people talk about her because she has curves and big boobs. What curves Miley? In first place, you're flat, you don't have any curves and you're ugly. You're only famous because little kids like you [edit}
I really really want my friend to break up with this guy :flare: Obviously he's cheating on her but she won't listen. I have tried many subtle ways to tell her what i think of him but the fact that i don't have any substantial proof prevents me from interfering further..argh!!!
So I liked this girl. I liked her a lot. I liked her to the point where just thinking about her made me feel flustered and set my stomach churning. She was one of those girls where a person could sit there by themselves, rest their chin on their palm, and smile as they thought sweet things of her. I stumbled all over myself when I asked her out.
She thought I was cute and funny.
I don't think I've been happy like that in a long time. It wasn't something I'd experienced that much. I miss it, actually. I just miss loving someone like that. It was intoxicating to know that someone loved you that much and that you could so freely reciprocate the feeling. But she had an ex-boyfriend.
She'd gone on and off with him numerous times and they still talked regularly. They had so much history and inside jokes with each other, it was ridiculous. He was competition, and I'm not a competitive person. I never was. I did my best to hold onto her, to make her smile, but she seemed so distant to me all of a sudden. All she could talk about was of that bastard.
I'm not an idiot. I saw it coming.
I couldn't make her laugh. I couldn't make her smile. She tells me how much she reminds me of her ex. That should've been a flag but, I was blind, you see?
I tried my best, I promise you, I did. Who could I blame for my failures? It was my shortcomings and it was my problem. My problem, no one elses'. I sunk into a sort of shell around her. Depressed beyond belief. Angry and distant. I couldn't talk to her without both of us looking away uninterested. And that only made things harder and harder. There was a stake driven into the center of our relationship and the gap between us slowly became wider and wider.
She preferred hugs to kisses. She asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing. She knew that nothing meant everything. I felt like the ***** in the relationship. I pretty much was. She had me eating out of her hand. It was so pathetic.
Ugh
Lunch during the school day was one of those places I thought I could redeem myself. Say something witty without fear of falling into her ex's shadow. Suddenly he appears from no where and has the same lunch as us. We sit and eat and talk with her friends. The two of them huddle off into their little corner of the table and they snicker and giggle like best friends often do.
I could only clench my fists. I'm not a competitive person. I avoid conflict. I asked her to break up. I couldn't take this anymore. She tries to hold onto me saying that I should give her reasons why we should break up. I give her 10 and we're through.
And all of a sudden things are back to the way they were. We're friends, and all I can is see her smiling. We talk, and we giggle like school girls. She's the girl I love again.
We get back together and my hopes are renewed. It didn't last longer than a weekend. That small spark of hope, that faint feeling of tenderness in her touch, everything I admired so greatly of her, suddenly disappeared almost as fast as we got back together. I break up with her again. I can't take this anymore.
We have the same classes; I see her a lot through out the school day. I was her boy for months and I could tell that she was sad. She didn't wear her emotions often or flaunt her feelings like some girls do. But I could see when she was depressed. The guilt I had for her was so painful. Last shot for the both of us, I swear. We talk and I promise to her I'll try do better. I really think we can do this. I'll try hard. I'll change for her. Its my fault. Its my problem. Do better at what? Everything, I guess. The next day I see her and I curl up into a ball. I don't say a word to her. That was it. She breaks up with me.
I couldn't feel anything except loss. I mourned her. I still mourn her. She was my first love. And I hate her for it.
I see her sometimes this new year. She looks at me with a blank stare, devoid of emotion. I return the gaze, and I can't help but think that beneath the slightly sagging corners of our mouths there's some disappointment. Some remorse. Some sort of attempt of an apology. Like a subtle way to say that I loved you. That I miss you. That I know I shouldn't think of you. But I can't, because you're the first person I loved. But you ruined it, you piece of ****. You ruined it.
But I know she doesn't think like that. Because the one way that I could ever see her emotions was the way that she looked at me. She didn't flaunt her feelings like most girls at my school. You could only tell by looking into into her and seeing the joy you caused when you saw your reflection in the center of her yes. But I didn't see that. All I see is a dull, glazed stare from a girl I thought I knew.
I love you and I hate you for it.
I hope I can finally let go.
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think i'm going to have a breakdown if i cant ever get my pics off my memory card! My do these things always happen to me!!!:bawling::bawling::bawling:
:(
It's really awful to need someone you can never have...
Okay...I have a intense and unfathomable wrath now,I literally yearn to yell now!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A plethora and an innumerable of exclamation marks!