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Sparkling
"Way Back When"
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Unknown, 39/Female
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| Last login: | over 3 weeks ago |
| Local time: | 7:38 AM |
| Join date: | 17 years, 4 months, 27 days ago |
| Location: | South Africa
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| "♥Eager for Eternal Damnation♥" |
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About me:
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Have you ever breathed in the frigid blackness of what you used to be? I have. It consumes me, and now I live in an empty shell of what I used to be.
I'm pretty, but I'm not beautiful.
I sin, but I'm not the Devil.
I'm good, but I'm not an angel.
I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I’m out of control and at times hard to handle.
But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me's is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the shy, withdrawn, desperate, suicidal, doomed, and tired one? Probably a bit of both, hopefully much that is neither...
I am not an angry girl, but it seems I've got everyone fooled. Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger and not to their own fear. Imagine you're a girl just trying to finally come clean, knowing full well they prefer you dirty and smiling...
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
I guess I just always prefer to see the darker side of things. The glass is always half empty, and cracked, and I just chipped a tooth on it.
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About you:
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| Looking for: | Friendship |
| Orientation: | Unspecified
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Unknown's tales
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Unknown "Way Back When" Sparkling
- 16 years, 9 days ago
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By the time you read this, I hope to be dead... You can't undo something that's happened; you cant take back a word that's already been said out loud.You'll think about me and wish that you had been able to talk me out of this. You'll try to figure out what would have been the right thing to say, to do. I guess I should tell you, "Don't blame yourself, this isn't your fault," but that would be a lie... We both know that I didn't get here by myself. You'll cry at my funeral. You'll say it didn't have to be this way. You will act like everyone expects you to. But will you miss me? More importantly... will I miss you? Does either of us really want to hear the answer to that question...?
Unknown "Way Back When" Sparkling
- 16 years, 10 months, 3 days ago
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