Have you ever noticed how parents can't seem to pay attention to more than one child at a time?
I mean seriously!
Well as u have said before, I am the youngest in my family, and they always say the youngest gets the most attention , but I guess my family must be freaks, because I am being completely ignored.
I'm, well that's exaggerating.... But only a little .
Everything I do is compared to my big sister and brother, everything
So like, give minutes ago I was helping dry dishes with my mum and sister, and when I said I didn't know where the dishes went, my mum gets angry And goes on and on about how I should be more like my sister!
And she wonders why I have a minority complex!
God!.... Gaaahh! I'm just so frustrated! I have locked my self in my room just to avoid them!
Now I don't even have a comp to write this on! I'm udon my iPod, Whig by the way is awesome! Although it's the reason this post probably has tons of typos!
Well I'm out of things to say, love me with your comments!
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~~ still not my sister
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~~ predict me pixie
Apr 30, 2009
Apr 29, 2009
Cry
I don't know why... But for some reason I really want to cry right now
But really, I have no idea why! I guess I just feel kinda.... Lonely
Like, I had an amazing day earlier, evey thing went well!
And then u came home, and it's not that anything bad happened... But, nothing good happened either
It feels kinda... God I can't think of the word , well I just feel pathetic
I'm the youngest in my family, and ever since my sister came home
From college I have been completely puhed aside, and it feels like I'm Totally unimportant
Ok, I know that that isn't true but it really feels that way!
And I wish I could be mad at someone for it, but it really only
My fault, because no one has done anything wrong, I just seem to love getting depressed I've things..,
I feel stupid
God I am stupid !!!
I'm a fucking idiot
I hate my life!
Well I don't , but ...we'll you know hat I mean!
I'm sure yu all have been through this too at some point!
Please reasure me with your messages!
I look for ward to them!
It makes me feel loved
Please love me
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~~ pathetic pixie
But really, I have no idea why! I guess I just feel kinda.... Lonely
Like, I had an amazing day earlier, evey thing went well!
And then u came home, and it's not that anything bad happened... But, nothing good happened either
It feels kinda... God I can't think of the word , well I just feel pathetic
I'm the youngest in my family, and ever since my sister came home
From college I have been completely puhed aside, and it feels like I'm Totally unimportant
Ok, I know that that isn't true but it really feels that way!
And I wish I could be mad at someone for it, but it really only
My fault, because no one has done anything wrong, I just seem to love getting depressed I've things..,
I feel stupid
God I am stupid !!!
I'm a fucking idiot
I hate my life!
Well I don't , but ...we'll you know hat I mean!
I'm sure yu all have been through this too at some point!
Please reasure me with your messages!
I look for ward to them!
It makes me feel loved
Please love me
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~~ pathetic pixie
Stop it, Please
Okay, I know I’ve complained about this before, but maybe it’s because summer is quickly, quickly approaching so the lovebirds are becoming giddy about their vacation plans with one another.
I don’t know, but, god, what is so enticing about sucking face out in the middle of a city street, or in the middle of a movie theater, or around the corner, hidden in the shadows, or even slammed up against a stack of lockers?
Please, somebody tell me. And it’s not even pretty to watch.
It would be one thing if they were sharing a cute, sweet kiss that’s Kodak picture perfect, but majority of the time that’s definitely not the case.
It’s usually pornographic aggressiveness and not at all one of those “aw” moments.
I really don’t know exactly what it is I’m trying to get at here, maybe it’s just because I’m in a really… weird mood.
Maybe if I ever got to experience the love that all those couples are sharing, then maybe I, too, would be in their position instead of on here ranting about the insanity of most of it.
But that’s not how it’s going to go, I’m sure.
I’m always stuck to the ranting end of the spectrum, versus the actual end with everyone who gets to experience whatever the hell it is I’m ranting about.
I feel like I’m rambling too much (if that’s possible).
And I’m going utterly mad over here.
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lonely pixie
I don’t know, but, god, what is so enticing about sucking face out in the middle of a city street, or in the middle of a movie theater, or around the corner, hidden in the shadows, or even slammed up against a stack of lockers?
Please, somebody tell me. And it’s not even pretty to watch.
It would be one thing if they were sharing a cute, sweet kiss that’s Kodak picture perfect, but majority of the time that’s definitely not the case.
It’s usually pornographic aggressiveness and not at all one of those “aw” moments.
I really don’t know exactly what it is I’m trying to get at here, maybe it’s just because I’m in a really… weird mood.
Maybe if I ever got to experience the love that all those couples are sharing, then maybe I, too, would be in their position instead of on here ranting about the insanity of most of it.
But that’s not how it’s going to go, I’m sure.
I’m always stuck to the ranting end of the spectrum, versus the actual end with everyone who gets to experience whatever the hell it is I’m ranting about.
I feel like I’m rambling too much (if that’s possible).
And I’m going utterly mad over here.
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lonely pixie
Internet Love
Okay, I know for a fact you can’t be a stranger to it (unless they don’t have this kind of shit in your country, in which case, lucky you!).
You probably see it nearly every time you sit down in front of your television for a show longer than half an hour. It’s not rare to see one of them.
They run every few commercial breaks. They have cheesy music and usually consist of ridiculous spokesmen and overly happy member testimonials. I’m talking about those commercials for finding true love online.
Those lovey-dovey matchmaking websites that’ll match you with a compatible mate that they “guarantee” will be perfect for you, or your money back. I
n a way it’s more than ridiculous. It’s like buying love with that extra money you set aside for a special treat later this month, but instead you see this ad on TV and you are sold.
And I suppose on a different level it’s even sick in a way, putting yourself out there like that.
It’s almost like selling yourself.
Like seriously, are you that desperate? But I guess some people are.
And I can’t guarantee that I won’t be one of them in the future. Though in another way, you have to admit, isn’t it slightly… exhilarating?
You’re down so low, hidden in all this darkness and then there’s a tiny light at the end of the tunnel, and eventually it leads you to happiness.
I mean you’d have to be crazy to put so much faith into such a thing, right?
Entrusting some computer with (probably) randomly selecting a probable mate for you.
Now that’s crazy.
And I have no proof to back up that those sites do or don’t work. I’m just making an opinion here.
But if you ask me, I think they’re worthless. Though these love online things are a tad ridiculous, I’m not saying that it’s impossible to find love online. Cause that’s possible, you know. Stop looking at the computer monitor that way!
It is possible!
I know; I have proof for this case. Honestly, I do. My friend's cousin found his wife online through some forum or something. And now they’re happily married with a child on the way.
Yeah, yeah, sure, it doesn’t happen everyday, I’m sure because people are so caught up and paranoid over the possibility that the person they’re falling for could turn out to be some total pervert sitting in their basement.
It’s hard not to think that because so many people are always preaching about the dangers of it all.
It’s constantly on the news; parents and teachers are always lecturing about the safeties and precautions you should take.
So you may ask yourself why you would ever trust anyone out there.
But come on now, not every good person you meet is going to turn out to be Billy Bob Joe Doe, some middle aged dude staked out in the basement of his mom’s house with no greater goal in life than to chase after little girls.
Creepy? Yes.
Disturbing? Terribly.
But is it enough reason to give up on taking a chance? No.
At least, it’s not enough reason for me. But that may just be my optimistic need for love crawling out of its nest yet again.
Don’t get me wrong here, okay? I’m not desperate enough to go and sell myself to some matchmaker website that’ll probably pair me with some hobo, but I’m optimistic that it’s possible to find true love over the Internet.
Or, let’s rephrase this: I hope that it’s possible to find true love over the Internet. Seeing as I live on here, as we’ve already established.
And I like the thought of being able to fall completely head over heels for somebody you’ve never even met face to face.
Now seriously, that has got to be real love right there. Think about it, you’ve never even been in a vicinity close enough to even touch them and yet just talking to them is enough to make you fall in love with them.
And that’s got to be real when words are more than enough to make you fall in love with them. Not even spoken words, just a bunch of text floating across a screen. Falling in love without ever seeing their face has got to be real, you don’t even need to see what they look like because you already know they have to be beautiful just from what they think and say.
God…I’m such a hopeless romantic, aren’t I?
Hah, sorry guys.
I didn’t mean to have yet another post with me rambling on and on about love.
But you all seemed to really enjoy the last post about love, or at least from the amount of comments you all left.
And thanks for all of those.
You really made me feel better. =]
I definitely don’t feel as alone anymore.
Huh… well, I guess that’s all I’ve got to say this time.
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~~Predicting Pixie of Internet Love
You probably see it nearly every time you sit down in front of your television for a show longer than half an hour. It’s not rare to see one of them.
They run every few commercial breaks. They have cheesy music and usually consist of ridiculous spokesmen and overly happy member testimonials. I’m talking about those commercials for finding true love online.
Those lovey-dovey matchmaking websites that’ll match you with a compatible mate that they “guarantee” will be perfect for you, or your money back. I
n a way it’s more than ridiculous. It’s like buying love with that extra money you set aside for a special treat later this month, but instead you see this ad on TV and you are sold.
And I suppose on a different level it’s even sick in a way, putting yourself out there like that.
It’s almost like selling yourself.
Like seriously, are you that desperate? But I guess some people are.
And I can’t guarantee that I won’t be one of them in the future. Though in another way, you have to admit, isn’t it slightly… exhilarating?
You’re down so low, hidden in all this darkness and then there’s a tiny light at the end of the tunnel, and eventually it leads you to happiness.
I mean you’d have to be crazy to put so much faith into such a thing, right?
Entrusting some computer with (probably) randomly selecting a probable mate for you.
Now that’s crazy.
And I have no proof to back up that those sites do or don’t work. I’m just making an opinion here.
But if you ask me, I think they’re worthless. Though these love online things are a tad ridiculous, I’m not saying that it’s impossible to find love online. Cause that’s possible, you know. Stop looking at the computer monitor that way!
It is possible!
I know; I have proof for this case. Honestly, I do. My friend's cousin found his wife online through some forum or something. And now they’re happily married with a child on the way.
Yeah, yeah, sure, it doesn’t happen everyday, I’m sure because people are so caught up and paranoid over the possibility that the person they’re falling for could turn out to be some total pervert sitting in their basement.
It’s hard not to think that because so many people are always preaching about the dangers of it all.
It’s constantly on the news; parents and teachers are always lecturing about the safeties and precautions you should take.
So you may ask yourself why you would ever trust anyone out there.
But come on now, not every good person you meet is going to turn out to be Billy Bob Joe Doe, some middle aged dude staked out in the basement of his mom’s house with no greater goal in life than to chase after little girls.
Creepy? Yes.
Disturbing? Terribly.
But is it enough reason to give up on taking a chance? No.
At least, it’s not enough reason for me. But that may just be my optimistic need for love crawling out of its nest yet again.
Don’t get me wrong here, okay? I’m not desperate enough to go and sell myself to some matchmaker website that’ll probably pair me with some hobo, but I’m optimistic that it’s possible to find true love over the Internet.
Or, let’s rephrase this: I hope that it’s possible to find true love over the Internet. Seeing as I live on here, as we’ve already established.
And I like the thought of being able to fall completely head over heels for somebody you’ve never even met face to face.
Now seriously, that has got to be real love right there. Think about it, you’ve never even been in a vicinity close enough to even touch them and yet just talking to them is enough to make you fall in love with them.
And that’s got to be real when words are more than enough to make you fall in love with them. Not even spoken words, just a bunch of text floating across a screen. Falling in love without ever seeing their face has got to be real, you don’t even need to see what they look like because you already know they have to be beautiful just from what they think and say.
God…I’m such a hopeless romantic, aren’t I?
Hah, sorry guys.
I didn’t mean to have yet another post with me rambling on and on about love.
But you all seemed to really enjoy the last post about love, or at least from the amount of comments you all left.
And thanks for all of those.
You really made me feel better. =]
I definitely don’t feel as alone anymore.
Huh… well, I guess that’s all I’ve got to say this time.
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~~Predicting Pixie of Internet Love
I Live Here
So, I had an epiphany earlier this evening when I had to sit around downstairs with absolutely nothing to do.
The power was out, but it was still light out so it wasn’t total darkness.
But the world is seriously so fucking quiet and still when there’re no lights or electronics on.
It’s freaky.
The entire house was like a ransacked town after a war or something.
It was so dead and deserted that I felt like I was sitting in the middle of some evacuated land.
Ah, I hate when the power goes out.
It’s not that I’m afraid of the dark or anything like that, it’s just always so quiet that you have no choice but to get lost in your thoughts.
But skipping to the epiphany part, I realized something major about my life during all of this quiet thinking time I had to analyze myself.
And you know what? I was about ready to die.
I was suffocating without my little gadgets.
I’m surprised I didn’t hyperventilate.
Okay, fine, maybe that’s a tad of an exaggeration, but seriously? I need my little widgets.
Honestly, I live on here.
The Internet, I mean. I live here. I need the Internet like… like the earth needs the sun.
My entire life pretty much revolves around the infamous World Wide Web.
When I put off homework, I’m surfing around on here, wasting my time reading shit that my mother might freak about if she ever knew.
Half of my homework even involves the use of the Internet. And you know what the saddest part is? Majority of my friends are from online.
Seriously, how sad is that? I’m so lame I can’t even function properly enough to make friends with people face to face.
Ah, god, this is so pitiful. I need the Internet to survive. A computer, no, that’s not the problem. It’s the Internet, that connection that links me to the rest of the world. Without it I’m like a lost little puppy wandering around the house unsure of what to do with myself.
I’m an Internet addict.
That’s the right term, isn’t it?
Honestly, you should see how much I freak when there’s a momentary blip and the connection blinks off.
God I’m like a vicious, rabid animal prepared to pounce anything that gets in my way until I get it back. It’s… a bit crazy.
This is really sad and pitiful, isn’t it?
I feel like a total loser, if that helps rest my case.
Okay. That’s it. I’m done with yet another pointless rant.
But I suppose there could be one point to it all, that being that I spend way too much time online like all of you fools who take the time to read every single one of my posts.
Though, despite that you’re fools like me, I love you guys for reading. =]
Yes, I know, I seem to say that every time. Maybe I’m just trying to sweet talk you all into commenting.
Mmhmm, you know I love those, too.
All right, signing off.
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~~Internet Freak of Nature
The power was out, but it was still light out so it wasn’t total darkness.
But the world is seriously so fucking quiet and still when there’re no lights or electronics on.
It’s freaky.
The entire house was like a ransacked town after a war or something.
It was so dead and deserted that I felt like I was sitting in the middle of some evacuated land.
Ah, I hate when the power goes out.
It’s not that I’m afraid of the dark or anything like that, it’s just always so quiet that you have no choice but to get lost in your thoughts.
But skipping to the epiphany part, I realized something major about my life during all of this quiet thinking time I had to analyze myself.
And you know what? I was about ready to die.
I was suffocating without my little gadgets.
I’m surprised I didn’t hyperventilate.
Okay, fine, maybe that’s a tad of an exaggeration, but seriously? I need my little widgets.
Honestly, I live on here.
The Internet, I mean. I live here. I need the Internet like… like the earth needs the sun.
My entire life pretty much revolves around the infamous World Wide Web.
When I put off homework, I’m surfing around on here, wasting my time reading shit that my mother might freak about if she ever knew.
Half of my homework even involves the use of the Internet. And you know what the saddest part is? Majority of my friends are from online.
Seriously, how sad is that? I’m so lame I can’t even function properly enough to make friends with people face to face.
Ah, god, this is so pitiful. I need the Internet to survive. A computer, no, that’s not the problem. It’s the Internet, that connection that links me to the rest of the world. Without it I’m like a lost little puppy wandering around the house unsure of what to do with myself.
I’m an Internet addict.
That’s the right term, isn’t it?
Honestly, you should see how much I freak when there’s a momentary blip and the connection blinks off.
God I’m like a vicious, rabid animal prepared to pounce anything that gets in my way until I get it back. It’s… a bit crazy.
This is really sad and pitiful, isn’t it?
I feel like a total loser, if that helps rest my case.
Okay. That’s it. I’m done with yet another pointless rant.
But I suppose there could be one point to it all, that being that I spend way too much time online like all of you fools who take the time to read every single one of my posts.
Though, despite that you’re fools like me, I love you guys for reading. =]
Yes, I know, I seem to say that every time. Maybe I’m just trying to sweet talk you all into commenting.
Mmhmm, you know I love those, too.
All right, signing off.
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~~Internet Freak of Nature
Last Night...
Last night I ended up crying myself to sleep.
I lied down with the intention of just falling straight to sleep because I was so exhausted, but I ended up rolling over in my restless sleep and before I could even make out the glowing digits on my clock, these tears started welling in my eyes beyond my control.
I guess my whole rant yesterday about the PDA and couples being everywhere finally got to me unconsciously.
I guess my whole reason for hating to see all those public displays of affection is because I can’t display any myself. Sometimes I’m completely all right with being single and then there’re other times, like last night, when I want to curl into a ball and cry in my own self-misery.
There are times when I just feel so incredibly alone that all I long for is a pair of arms to wrap around me. Or when I just want someone to hold me and tell me that life’s going to be okay, and I mean someone other than my own mother.
But it’s weird.
I tell myself not to worry so fucking much, I mean, I’m only a teenager. I have time to deal with love and all the glorious things that go with it; I shouldn't be worrying like this!
I shouldn't be crying myself to sleep because I’m afraid I won’t ever get the chance to experience real love like I see out on the streets, or the type of love I see old couples sharing. Seriously, I want to cry when I see an older couple, where they’re both, like, in their 80s and they’re still so in love. It’s crazy! Think how long they’ve been together; think how much they’ve gone through with one another; think how many fights they’ve had, but think how many times they’ve made up and gotten through the tough times.
I want a love like that, a true, real love that’s so deep that we’ll be together until we’re old cripples in a nursing home. I want someone to grow old with, someone to help me through all the hard times and someone to laugh with me through all the good times.
If I mention this to someone like my mom, she takes the mother’s oath and assures me that I’ll find happiness later in life. She tells me that love will come to me, but when I’m older. Fuck that, it’s not always like that!
She even has the nerve to tell me not to worry, because everything will fall into place for me when I’m older.
When I’m older.
Screw that, I don’t want to wait until then.
What if it doesn’t fall into place, what if it all comes crashing down around me? I’m sure it could.
It’s not like tons of people love me now.
I have two REAL friends as it is, and that’s a near miracle. The rest of my school ignores me.
They say I’m a freak of nature all because they think I dress weird.
If kids at my own school don’t even understand me, then how are people out in the real world supposed to understand me?
How am I supposed to be reassured that one person out there in the huge world will look through the crowd, catch me, and understand me enough so that they’ll even fall in love with me?
What are my chances?
There’re like 6.6 billion people in the world, and I’m supposed to be reassured that one of those 6.6 billion people will understand me.
That really narrows it down for me, doesn’t it? I wish I could skip ahead in life, or get a sneak preview just to know if things end up well or not, and then maybe I’d be able to fall asleep at night without worrying about where I’ll be in the future.
I’m scared of what the future holds for me, in terms of love especially.
I couldn’t care less about what kind of job I’ll have, or if I’ll be living in a mansion or a shack out in the middle of the woods with no running water. I don’t care if I never have kids.
All I want to know is whose face I’ll roll over to see in bed every morning for the rest of my life.
But wishing won’t work, I know that much.
There’s no genie in a bottle, so I’m out of luck. I just… I don’t know… Am I the only one who feels like this?
And at this age? Speaking of love life shit.
please comment
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~~Hopeless Romantic
I lied down with the intention of just falling straight to sleep because I was so exhausted, but I ended up rolling over in my restless sleep and before I could even make out the glowing digits on my clock, these tears started welling in my eyes beyond my control.
I guess my whole rant yesterday about the PDA and couples being everywhere finally got to me unconsciously.
I guess my whole reason for hating to see all those public displays of affection is because I can’t display any myself. Sometimes I’m completely all right with being single and then there’re other times, like last night, when I want to curl into a ball and cry in my own self-misery.
There are times when I just feel so incredibly alone that all I long for is a pair of arms to wrap around me. Or when I just want someone to hold me and tell me that life’s going to be okay, and I mean someone other than my own mother.
But it’s weird.
I tell myself not to worry so fucking much, I mean, I’m only a teenager. I have time to deal with love and all the glorious things that go with it; I shouldn't be worrying like this!
I shouldn't be crying myself to sleep because I’m afraid I won’t ever get the chance to experience real love like I see out on the streets, or the type of love I see old couples sharing. Seriously, I want to cry when I see an older couple, where they’re both, like, in their 80s and they’re still so in love. It’s crazy! Think how long they’ve been together; think how much they’ve gone through with one another; think how many fights they’ve had, but think how many times they’ve made up and gotten through the tough times.
I want a love like that, a true, real love that’s so deep that we’ll be together until we’re old cripples in a nursing home. I want someone to grow old with, someone to help me through all the hard times and someone to laugh with me through all the good times.
If I mention this to someone like my mom, she takes the mother’s oath and assures me that I’ll find happiness later in life. She tells me that love will come to me, but when I’m older. Fuck that, it’s not always like that!
She even has the nerve to tell me not to worry, because everything will fall into place for me when I’m older.
When I’m older.
Screw that, I don’t want to wait until then.
What if it doesn’t fall into place, what if it all comes crashing down around me? I’m sure it could.
It’s not like tons of people love me now.
I have two REAL friends as it is, and that’s a near miracle. The rest of my school ignores me.
They say I’m a freak of nature all because they think I dress weird.
If kids at my own school don’t even understand me, then how are people out in the real world supposed to understand me?
How am I supposed to be reassured that one person out there in the huge world will look through the crowd, catch me, and understand me enough so that they’ll even fall in love with me?
What are my chances?
There’re like 6.6 billion people in the world, and I’m supposed to be reassured that one of those 6.6 billion people will understand me.
That really narrows it down for me, doesn’t it? I wish I could skip ahead in life, or get a sneak preview just to know if things end up well or not, and then maybe I’d be able to fall asleep at night without worrying about where I’ll be in the future.
I’m scared of what the future holds for me, in terms of love especially.
I couldn’t care less about what kind of job I’ll have, or if I’ll be living in a mansion or a shack out in the middle of the woods with no running water. I don’t care if I never have kids.
All I want to know is whose face I’ll roll over to see in bed every morning for the rest of my life.
But wishing won’t work, I know that much.
There’s no genie in a bottle, so I’m out of luck. I just… I don’t know… Am I the only one who feels like this?
And at this age? Speaking of love life shit.
please comment
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~~Hopeless Romantic
Apr 16, 2009
Bob--- GET A LIFE
wow, my last post was pretty angsty.....oops
I'm all better now! well mostly...
you see, there is this guy, lets call him...um....bill....no i mean...Bob! yeah Bob!
anyways, Bob is a very confusing person, because, when he talks, he ALWAYS flirts....always! and since i am so used to flirting, the first thing that popped into my head was,
"oh, he must like me"
the second thing was
"EWWWWW"
because i mean....hes Bob, and he is just soooo...Bob-like!
so i figured, oh as long as i don't lead him on or anything it will be fine! but no! he just kept flirting, so i talked to some friends, who said, that is just the way he talks, it isn't flirting....so i though, fine whatever, and went on with my life.
a week later he tries to get me to talk about my 'feelings', well that wasn't going to happen! so i tactfully changed the subject.
anyways, long story short, now he is just getting on my nerves, not to mention he has been trying to talk to me on msn (which i have ignored) over and over, and when i don't answer, he emails me, then messages me.
GET A LIFE!!!!
well that was my rant of the week......hope you enjoyed it!
(sorry Bob)
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Predict Me Pixie
I'm all better now! well mostly...
you see, there is this guy, lets call him...um....bill....no i mean...Bob! yeah Bob!
anyways, Bob is a very confusing person, because, when he talks, he ALWAYS flirts....always! and since i am so used to flirting, the first thing that popped into my head was,
"oh, he must like me"
the second thing was
"EWWWWW"
because i mean....hes Bob, and he is just soooo...Bob-like!
so i figured, oh as long as i don't lead him on or anything it will be fine! but no! he just kept flirting, so i talked to some friends, who said, that is just the way he talks, it isn't flirting....so i though, fine whatever, and went on with my life.
a week later he tries to get me to talk about my 'feelings', well that wasn't going to happen! so i tactfully changed the subject.
anyways, long story short, now he is just getting on my nerves, not to mention he has been trying to talk to me on msn (which i have ignored) over and over, and when i don't answer, he emails me, then messages me.
GET A LIFE!!!!
well that was my rant of the week......hope you enjoyed it!
(sorry Bob)
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Predict Me Pixie
Apr 2, 2009
Help Me!
Have you ever felt like every one was against you? i mean absolutely everyone.
even the people you thought were your friends, you BEST friends!
God i feel like crap!
Am I that horrible? that annoying?
someone tell me! i wont be mad! really!
i mean obviously i would be upset, but not at the person. If i do something that really bugs you, just tell me! ill stop! or start...depending on the problem. I'm not trying to be a bad person!
I'm not even sure what i did? what boundary did i overstep?
if i don't find out soon, i...well i dont know what will happen.
because this is too much! I'm just so depressed now, i cant even smile anymore. and I hate it, because i never like to be upset when I'm around my friends, it is unfair to them.
but i just cant help it anymore! i just cant bring myself to be happy, to smile, to joke around with my friends!
and i feel like such a baby because of it! god, someone, help me out here! before this gets worse, please!
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depressed pixie
even the people you thought were your friends, you BEST friends!
God i feel like crap!
Am I that horrible? that annoying?
someone tell me! i wont be mad! really!
i mean obviously i would be upset, but not at the person. If i do something that really bugs you, just tell me! ill stop! or start...depending on the problem. I'm not trying to be a bad person!
I'm not even sure what i did? what boundary did i overstep?
if i don't find out soon, i...well i dont know what will happen.
because this is too much! I'm just so depressed now, i cant even smile anymore. and I hate it, because i never like to be upset when I'm around my friends, it is unfair to them.
but i just cant help it anymore! i just cant bring myself to be happy, to smile, to joke around with my friends!
and i feel like such a baby because of it! god, someone, help me out here! before this gets worse, please!
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depressed pixie
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