Okay, I tested it out, and here's how it works: you can use the words "on" and "to" in a comment, but they cannot appear together in that order, even as parts of other words. A statement like "Tell that person to go away" will not work because the letters of "on to" appear starting at the end of the word "person."
Your original post clearly stated, "Sometimes when WE test people they fail." Your second post states, "So, I stand by my post, LIFE tests us often and sometimes we fail." Those are two entirely different statements. Don't jump on me because you failed to make yourself clear. Had you been clear the first time, I would have told you that you are better off without someone who isn't there for you when you need them. I spent 8 years with a man just like that; then I grew up and walked away...but I never looked back. I knew I deserved better. And I'm sure you do, too.
And what the hell is it with the questionable content of "on to"? I got the same thing; it appears that the words "on" and "to" cannot be used in a comment. Kinda hard to write a sentence without them, isn't it?
I kinda like the idea of shared recipes on this site. I think it helps to break up the enormous stress from reading all the emotional breakdowns from my fellow posters.
So...I'll share one of my own quick and easy receipes. This is a simply delightful taste sensation which promises to whip that sadness right into your bowels for elimination.
My own CRUNCHY BAKED POTATO
Get one potato. Wash it pretty good to get that crusty stuff off. Pierce it a few times with a fork or a knife so that it doesn't explode in the mike. (I've had to clean up an exploded potato and trust me, it's not fun)
Put the potato in the mike and nuke it for...hmmm...maybe about 10-15 min.
You want to WAY overcook it...that's the trick. Take the potato out and let it sit for about 10 mins or so. You'll find that the potato has become as hard as a rock. Use a hammer and knife to break the potato into bite size crunchy pieces.
ENJOY!
...kill yourself.
I am an advise columnist from Austin, TX. I've been reading the board and have seen some real compelling and painful entries. These people are hurting! The quickest and easiest way to end this pain is simply to kill yourself. It will be all over after that. No more aganizing heartache. No more imagining him or her with another. No more "how could he/she do that to ME?". All of it ends the minute you pull the trigger, or fall asleep with the car running and the garage door closed. Believe me, I feel your pain. I, however, cannot end it all yet because there are so many others that need me to consult them on killing themselves.
Tommy Simmons is a poker player and advice columnist from Austin, TX. Tommy has written several books including YOU Have to Love YOU First! and his 1997 best seller Screaming is OK. Tommy currently tours middle schools and low income factories discussing a wide range of topics including love, pain, facing fears, prison love, no-limit poker strategies, physical fitness and long term erectile disfunction. As mandated by the State of Texas, Tommy must complete 970 hours of lecturing around the country. In 1985 Tommy began what would end up to be a 4 year stay at the Huntsville State Penitentiary in Huntsville, TX. This was a result of an incident that occured at the Busy Beez Afterschool Child Daycare center where he was working as a volunteer yoga instructor. The details of this incident have been sealed by the State of Texas. While in prison, Tommy faced much adversity. Horrible and devistating adversity. However, with the help of a plastic surgeon and many prison psychiatrists Tommy overcame this adversity and faced his fears.
http://www.bobostonepony.com/asktommy/asktommy
**new post only because it won't let me reply due to the questionable content of "on to" , although I have yet to find that in my post**
It's interesting that you choose to make a character determination based upon a few simple sentences. I suppose I SHOULD grow up, I am flawed just like you and everyone else. However, the reasons I need to grow up are not that I enjoy playing mind games, unless I have some kind of super powers and force the world to make unpleasant things happen. When I wrote "test" I referred to uncontrollable circumstances that occurred that claimed all of my personal time for a couple of weeks, and that amazingly long amount of time was too long for the other person to go without all of my attention. So, I stand by the post, life tests us often and sometimes we fail.
Thanks for the advice. I will make every attempt to grow up , being an adult is great fun I hear.
-sen
Some comments are blocked due to the comment spammers that send endless amounts for trackback and comment spam toward this site.
The blacklist software is blocking comments that include words that are on the comment spam blacklist.
After a long day, I don't like to spend time cleaning out spam, so the blacklist is as extensive as I can make it.
Can you give us a list of what consider to be "questionable content," and explain why it is that this "questionable content" can be posted, but not included in a comment?
I missed you today,even knowing that I was far from your thoughts.
Sometimes when we test people they fail, and you have to walk away.
I keep looking over my shoulder though, but you are never looking back.
-sen
Reply to the post out front on the post board. That should solve your problem.
I have found that using the word Penis in the comments section is impossible. What's up with that?
I'm trying to make a comment to the poster below, and it's really very nice and thoughtful...but my comment cannot be posted due to "questionable content." What??!! Look at the post 2 below this one. I call that "questionable content."
So I went to New York on to see a fling that I met in Miami who flew me into his hometown of New Jersey so we could see each other. When we met it was the typical meet at club and have a little fun on the beach. Most one night stands don't make plans to see each other ever again (thats why its called ONE night!). Anyway we spend the entire labor day weekend together and we have a great time. He says he wishes I lived in New Jersey. I am from Chicago. We are both pretty rooted in our cities. We don't really talk on the phone, just text every now and then. The thing is I never met anyone I have really clicked with ever like this. I am deeply in love, and it is crushing me that things will probably never go anywhere. Now that I am back home its like noone else is ever good enough. We have the exact same personality! Its like being with a male version of myself. Should I just quit while I'm ahead? I guess if he like me more he'd call me on the phone more often. He will say that he misses me a lot every now and then to. Help! This is killing me inside! Any advice or suggestions?
is to buttfuck your mouth in the ass.
STEAK VADOR
Obtain thick NY strip or T-bone, Porterhouse steaks. On a charcoal grill create an extremely hot bed of coals. Grill your steaks Pittsburgh style. Remove steaks and serve With Vadors special sauce.
Vadors Special Sauce
1/4 Cup crumbled Blue cheese
1-2 Tblspn Worcestershire sauce
With a fork mash and blend these two ingredients into a paste.
Slather on or dip your tasty steak morsels in this sauce.
Enjoy!
Vadors kitchen tip-
Pittsburgh style is grilling the steak over super hot coals. Essentially burning the outside leaving the inside rare to medium rare. This takes a little practice but is a tasty way to cook your steak.
Keep an eye out for more of Chef Vadors tasty recipes and kitchen tips.
is to repeatedly punch your mother in the vagina.
Since entering school this past year, I've noticed that my friends have treated me differently. By differently, I mean the so-called "cold shoulder," which is in itself an understatement if I ever knew one. It's as if I've committed a crime of some sort, when I honestly haven't. In fact, I haven't been in much contact with most of them over the summer. I realize that the transition isn't supposed to be smooth, but why should it be this rough?
I'm not suicidal by any measure (because of a base of self-confidence that I've developed over the years of my young life), but I can now understand in a slightly more real sense the plight of those who do kill themselves to social pressure in school. I mean, whatever the reason, suicide isn't a reasonable response, but some people just aren't reasonable. Like these so-called friends.
I am sick of being in a drug induced tired state. I was recently told that i have epilepsy and i have been messed up with the meds and the condition ever since. It is making me depressed and i feel like i have been abandoned by everyone. No one understands me anymore and i hide behind fake happiness. Then i feel guilty for feeling so bad because i think of others who have it worse than me. I have become a shell of who i used to be. i feel like a failure and can't remember what it feels like to be truly happy.
My first anon:
Ok, so I broke up w/ her like 5 months ago after a very rough time in my life. I didn't know which way was up and what was down and couldn't seem to get anything straight. I needed my space, and I got it... Well I really broke up with her like 8 and a half months ago, then we were still kinda together, but not really, off and on for 3 and a half months. I figured out who I was and what I was doing with my life, and couple months ago talked to her again... a lot of things were said that made me realize a lot that I was blind to. I was recently returning some more stuff of hers the other week and we talked, as if we were friends for over an hour, just talked. It was great, the comfort level in the room was just amazing.
She's with somebody new now (has been for 3 and a half months or so) and they're very serious... and at first I was a bit devistated to hear that but figured it was for the best. A couple months ago she had asked about being friends and I told her I probably couldn't do it. After the visit the other week I had thought about if I could be friends with her, and I really want to be friends. But I can't do it. A couple days later our paths crossed again, and we chatted very breifly.
I often wonder if it's as hard for her seeing me as it is for me to see her.
When we first got together I wasn't over my last ex... now I'm kinda seeing somebody new (although they're outta town for a little while) and seem to be having the same problem... but now she's my last ex. I really do like this new girl, and can definately see potential for a future with her, but seem to have a hard time moving on when the breakup isn't on bad terms.... even if it was my decision.
[Tired and Restless]
Because of the speech impediment i had as a child, i had a pet carrot.
mb
His Esteemed Excellency Kody R Bear had progressed to within a thousand yards of the girlturd fortress when his cell phone rang.
Unbelievable! why are you calling me?
Your Eminence,regarding the intelligence we gave you earlier,well the uh feces mote is gone now.
What do you mean gone?
It just disappeared Sir.
What do you mean disappeared?
I mean it just disappeared. Just like this post disappeared.
But this post is here! What the hell are you babbling about! It's not like were going to run out of posts you moron!. Stop calling me!
Yes your Eminence
If only i could have sex legally with my dog...you know,marry him or something
mb
I'm not a good person. I pretend to be on the outside but on the inside I hate and wish people would die. Everyone thinks I'm such a nice person, so caring and generous. But I am cursing them in my head. I think up elaborate scenerios for how these people would suffer horrible deaths. But that is all the world inside my head. You probably think I'm a good person, too. Because you don't know who I am.
I dreamed my brother killed a pregnant woman. Not on purpose, he was playing a prank to amuse himself and his co-workers. They would place these "riot patches" in random public places and watch people's reaction to them. The riot patch is a round sticker that makes a loud sound and smokes a few minutes after it is placed on something. My brother put one of these patches on a large glass window in a doctor's office. He was dressed in his suit for work and just walked into the office, placed the patch on the window between two women, stood back to look at it, then walked out and waited nearby to watch the reaction. This particular patch had a teddy bear over it to disguise it. The pregnant woman was sitting right next to it and wasn't feeling well. Before it even went off she started to get dizzy and weak. Then the riot patch went off and she passed out completely. The people around her screamed and called the nurses who began working on her. They screamed to the receptionists to call 911 for an ambulance. My brother had left as soon as the patch went off so he sis not know what was happening to the woman. The doctor came out and decided to attempt to save the baby by performing emergency surgery. There was blood everywhere and the nurses were still screaming for someone to call 911. I was in the office also and saw everything except for my brother when he placed the riot patch. He called me later on and I told him the story and he said he was the one who put the patch there. I screamed at him and told him he had to turn himself in because the woman died. Then the police started to impound everyone's car trying to find out who did it. That's all I remember.
I hope that your surgery goes well. If you choose not to post for a while your presence will be missed. You know that you could always do the index finger hunt and peck.
The KodyBear should be sending you a letter soon. I think it has already been sent. Within should be my email address. Feel free to drop a line at any time. My response will be immediate.
Once again, I hope that your recovery is timely.
Your Friend,
Vador
So.
I just found out that the job I've been wanting is MINE.
I get the top range of pay that I wanted.
I get to finish out this job and start seamlessly with the new job.
Benefits, 401k, parking, the WHOLE bag.
And I'm not happy at all.
Because of him.
I write him a letter on Sunday. Telling him how I've been feeling. To which I'm told: "We'll talk about the email tomorrow, in person. Have a good evening."
Then he gets sick.
Monday passes and we email a few times and text a few times that day, Tuesday - a bit of the same but I call him that evening and he doesn't pick up - I don't leave a message. Wednesday a little emailing during work and I call him after my second job - no answer, no message left.
Today...I refuse to start conversation and let him. He waits until 2pm to send anything - but he doesn't ask how my interview went, doesn't ask how I am, he tells me a short quip about his office. I respond telling him about my new job and I get nothign back.
So I call him when I get off work. No answer. This time I leave a message basically saying I'm wondering if he's ever going to call me back.
I know he's sick, but you'd think after dating for six months he'd give a shit.
All I can think about is resolving this. If I need to I want to know if I should be walking away NOW. But I have to wait. I jsut want to talk to him.
I'm soooooooo pissed. I can't even be happy about my job.
Today’s recipe is Pineapple Peach Mango Salsa
1 Cup medium diced mango
1 Cup medium diced peach
2 Cup medium diced pineapple
1/2 Cup fine diced red onion
1/2 Cup fine diced yellow onion
1/2 Cup fine diced red bell pepper
1/2 Cup fine diced yellow bell pepper
1/2 Cup fine diced orange bell pepper
2 or 3 fine diced jalapeno peppers
2 nice cloves garlic smashed and chopped fine
2 tablespoons finely chopped cilantro
Juice of 1 lime
2 or 3 tablespoons cider vinegar
Salt and Pepper to taste
Let this mixture sit in refrigerator for at least one hour before serving
This salsa or compote is a great compliment to many grilled meats. Especially poultry and seafood. ENJOY!!!
Vador's kitchen tips
Use Kosher salt
Use fresh ground pepper
Medium dice = 1/4 - 3/8 in.
Fine dice = 1/8 in.
Keep an eye out for more of Vador's great recipes and kitchen tips
Last night I dreamed about the last great crush I had before I met my girlfriend. Three, if you count each time I woke up and fell back asleep. I don't remember anything specific, but like the relationship we had, there was nothing sexual about the dream. We were just hanging out. I hadn't thought of the crush in a long time, and my girlfriend is awesome in every way. But the dream has me feeling unsettled.
Why did you vote for this man?
I am sure happy after reading all of the comments posted under the entry " WHY? ". It brings me great joy to see two people who do not know each other get so deep. That is what this type of blogsite offers.
I just hope the Honorable and Wise Dragonlady has not wasted her time with some foolish little girl who does not know who she is. Falling in love with some entity on the internet is certainly foolish. To endanger your family with that type of relationship is stupid. The father of this young lady's child deserves more respect than that.
I hope the young lady with all of the air between her ears takes the Dragonlady's advice.
Vador Has Spoken!
I don't care what anyone says. I absolutely love Oreo cookies dipped in Lemonade.
I just wanna go out and fuck some girl sooooooo bad right now. I know I don't need it and it won't make me feel any better really but that doesn't stop me wanting it. Aghhhhhhh
steeped in intelligence
yet lacking communal worth
your statements fall to inflate yourself
does this bring satisfaction...
to trump a weaker mind?
Your depth ends where your actions corrupt
"You have received a call from an inmate at Dare County Jail," the recorded voice jpyfully and mockingly informs your friend or loved one upon whom all you hopes of liberty rest. Of course when they accept the call they unwittingly and immediately pay the county $12 just to talk to your incarcerated ass.
Planning a vacation to North Carolina's Outer Banks? Allow me to tell you about the jail that will house you should you be caught with a pot seed or if you blow under the legal limit. Before I do, there is another common way that you can arrive here that you must be aware of. All that needs to be said is that the county sells cocaine and then prosecutes the buyers, confiscates the cocaine, re-sells it and the cycle is repeated. This dirty work is handled by a corrupt unit known as the Dare County Narcotics Task Force. They keep the machinery in motion but of course are powerless and unwilling to prosecute their own employees being addicts themselves.
Well, back to my review of the dare County jail.
ACCOMODATIONS: This is a sissy tourist jail. I've stayed in worse motel rooms. It is said by many of the more experienced inmates that the guards here wouldn't last a week in a North Carolina prison.
COMMUNITY: I am the only KodyBear here as far as i know. There are lots of Mexican drug dealers and drunk drivers. I am currently taking Spanish lessons from my neighbor who is a wife-beater!
MEALS: Served three times a day. I would rate them somewhere between generic dogfood and Alpo.
A BRIEF OVERVIEW OF DARE COUNTY JAIL EMPLOYEES
Officer Lee: a large serious man resembling a hippo. Lee is an efficient beurocrat who at times can be helpful when pressured. he does not possess the intelligence to deal with the criminal mind.
Officer Brooks: An overweight pompous asshole with homosexual tendencies who is at all times arrogant and rude to inmates.
Officer Tillet: Typical out of shape state boy on the dole, hears and sees no evil. If you have tobacco or drugs to smoke, wait until he's on duty.
I am the KodyBear
My new girlfriend of 2 months, lets me eat her out when i wake up in the morning. Usually she cums real hard, then she lets me have sex with her. I love waking up this way.
would you suck another guy's cock in front of your parents?
John Roberts, if confirmed, would be the third Catholic Chief Justice.
He would be the fourth Roman Catholic on the Court, with Scalia, Kennedy, and Thomas.
If Bush nominates another Catholic, like Alberto Gonzales, then the Supreme Court will be majority Catholic for the first time in history.
With Jewish Justices, the Court would be 7-2 majority for religious minorities (Catholic population is 23%, Jewish population is 2%).
Though Bush is feared to nominate a Southern Baptist, he may be nominating Catholics to appeal to catholic voters and adherents, like his brother Jeb and Jeb's wife.
What is your viewpoint on eating shit?
Dear Tommy Simmons,
What is your opinion on playing poker against females? Do you find it more challenging? Are they easier to read? Do you have to keep scolding yourself to think with your brain up there and not your brain down there?
Also, are there any people you will never play with (i.e. you see them at the table and immediately turn & leave)? I hear you are skeptical of Asians; is there any real basis to that?
Signed,
Poker Princess
Austin, TX
Poker Princess,
I can tell by your letter that people generally dislike you. Don't take that too personally, we can't all have personalities. Anyway, something about you strikes me as odd. First of all, you refer to yourself as Poker Princess. That makes me want to vomit in terror. Frankly, I would hope that whoever is sitting closest to you at this very moment would look at you, point, and then throw little pieces of food at you while screaming. The ONLY princess I will ever acknowledge is Princess Pita Aguilar of the Parpangan Province in the Philippines. SHE WAS TRULY A SAINT! I will never forget the day she had one of her man servants bathe and feed me after I was found washed ashore on Parpan Beach. KiKanga (I called him Kiki) was one of the gentlest men I have ever known. I digress................
About playing against women in poker... I have no problems against women playing poker. That is simply because they are usually not very smart. This is advantageous to me in many ways. Most women who play poker have extra money to throw around. This is because their husband usually gives it to them. These women, who don't have jobs and just sit around the house drinking and snooping through their husband's pockets, usually don't know the value of a dollar. The result is equivalent to me giving a young Asian boy some candy. He will come back every time! Also, when I play against women they usually spend a lot of that time staring at me. My hair, my eyes, my mouth... they are all very striking features. I won't pretend that I am not a gorgeous man... I know it, and so do they. I see in their eyes that they lust for me, like the forbidden Lambada dance, I cannot be tamed. At the end of the night, not only do I have their money but I also have their hearts and minds.
As far as people I'd rather not play with, there are a few. Here is why I refuse to play poker with Asians:
Asians are a magical people. Magical little people. If they can make a catfish this big, I do NOT want to play with them at all. The funny thing about that catfish is... they ate it, and then an hour later they were all hungry again. Go figure.
I also won't play cards with old people, people with disabilities, carneys, people who have fought in foreign wars, extremely tall people, people with bad teeth, people who work near sheep or other farm-type animals, people who know people who robbed people, and last but certainly not least I will never play cards with women who own cats. These women are filthy and are the bottom of the whorey barrel. They are simply dirty, smelly pirate hookers and I wish they would go back to whore island.
I hope I have answered your ridiculous question.
Sincerely,
Tommy Simmons
Ok I admit i am hopelssy in love wth Marco AFG?C he is a beautiful boy who I adore with all my heart I have this funny little feeling about him one that I just cant shake one that usually means that I'm right and he feels the same way too what am I gonna do ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
using money to pay off credit cards when all i want to do is hop on a plane or a train of a fucking donkey just to get to where he is because it would make me feel happier than i ever will here.
Thank you very much for fixing comments. Also thanks for taking the time to keep this site up and running. Unlike some other Buttmunchers who do not appreciate this site there are many of us who do.
Thanks for your kind offer. It is difficult for me to make new friends at this point in my life. I have been through some tough times in the last several years which have made me become withdrawn and leery of other humans. The KodyBear and I have known each other for about 14 years. We know much about each others troubles. Part of my every day life was spent wondering what would happen to Mr. Bear, trying to help him see that there is another way to live. I often wondered if I would be attending his funeral. Now he is as safe as he could be. And you are right that this is where he wanted to be. He made the choice. As when any long time friend goes away there is an empty space that bothers you. Although I feel a weight lifted off of my shoulders, I am still saddened. I only wish the best for my good friend.
Comments are fixed. Sorry, but work has been keeping me busy.
Cliche, I love my best friend, she doesn't know. She's dating someone else, I am using subtle attempts to break them up.
Tommy Simmons is a poker player and advice columnist from Austin, TX. Tommy has written several books including YOU Have to Love YOU First! and his 1997 best seller Screaming is OK. Tommy currently tours middle schools and low income factories discussing a wide range of topics including love, pain, facing fears, prison love, no-limit poker strategies, physical fitness and long term erectile disfunction. As mandated by the State of Texas, Tommy must complete 970 hours of lecturing around the country.
In 1985 Tommy began what would end up to be a 4 year stay at the Huntsville State penitentiary in Huntsville, TX. This was a result of an incident that occurred at the Busy bees Afterschool Child Daycare center where he was working as a volunteer yoga instructor. The details of this incident have been sealed by the State of Texas. While in prison, Tommy faced much adversity. Horrible and devastating adversity. However, with the help of a plastic surgeon and many prison psychiatrists Tommy overcame this adversity and faced his fears.
When not playing poker, Tommy enjoys working with children. HE REALLY ENJOYS CHILDREN. He also dabbles in feng shui, water colors, and has a prize winning collection of Land of the Lost episodes on VCD. Tommy is allergic to dog hair, cat hair, cedar and silk.
you can ask him anything by emailing asktommy@gmail.com
or visiting http://www.bobostonepony.com/asktommy/asktommy
I masturbate while watching gay male porn. I am a lesbian.
If I screwed your mother hard
in a dark forest
would anybody hear it?
- by bobostonepony
Dear Tommy Simmons,
Over the years, I’ve noticed that children use different terms to describe human feces. I’ve noticed three main terms and there doesn’t seem to be any particular association with geographic location, gender, age, etc. The three terms I’ve heard most are doo doo, poo poo, and ca ca. What is the difference?
Yours Truly,
James Crapschtick
Orlando, FL
Dear Jimmy,
I can tell by your email that people generally dislike you. Nevertheless, I’ve done some research on the subject and believe I can answer your question.
Doo Doo – This term originated out of the Northeast and can be traced in literature as far back as 1897. Doo doo tends to be the most masculine of the 3 main crap types. Doo doo is usually dark brown in color but can sometimes be found in a dark algae green. Doo doo tends to be solid and does not break easily. One might think that doo doo would be most prominent amongst males, but the truth is females almost exclusively doo doo. Doo doo tends to have a pungeunt odor. There is no mistaking the odor of doo doo because nothing else in the world smells like doo doo. Out of the 3 crap types, most people are prefer to doo doo because of its solid and less splashy nature.
Poo Poo – this term originated at or around 1944 in California by A.Wiley Poopopolus, a Greek immigrant working in Fremont, California as a bus boy. The then 16 year old bus boy was working at an Italian restaurant and barely making ends meet. He would sneak the leftovers off of the plates that he bussed and eat them in the back alley. Wiley was lactose intolerant and because virtually all Italian dishes have cheeses on them he would frequently have digestive problems. He would usually end up running into the back men’s room and have a series of short inconsistent craps. This “poo poo” as the other bus boys would call it tended to be brown, orange or yellow in color and tended to be less “thick” and consistant as doo doo. Poo Poo usually takes a lot longer to accomplish and wiping is a never ending task. I once went through 3 full rolls of 2 ply toilet paper just to get my ass clean enough to stand up. Even then, after 30 minutes I was swishing and swoshing my way around the dance floor at Paradox. It was stinky, I was unclean, and people could sense it.
Ca Ca – this term’s origin is unknown. It is belived that the term Ca Ca is derived from the Latin term Cacos, which means to be stinky. According to Dr. Jay Baird of the Virginia Institute of Turds and Dung, ca ca is the most horrifying of all the craps. The crap type ca ca encompeses explosive diarreah and all other undefined forms of crap. Ca Ca tends to be the messiest, can be almost any color, doesn’t conform to any particular shape, and can smell like actual death and hell.
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I broke up with my girlfriend of a year because I was gay.
I've been fooling around with several guys since then, and am thinking about fooling around with some girls too.
Is it wrong if I like to go down on women and also like to perform "analingus"? It turns me on, even if it doesn't turn the woman on. What is wrong with me?
I'm in love with my best friend. I always did, and still am. He never knows.
Been planning on telling him for ages, but it's been so hard because he's now living in another country. It just doesnt feel right to say it by email or messenger.
And there's the cliche.... what if the friendship's ruined??? Everytime the fear stops me.
My chest feels so heavy.
Thursday is upon us and it's an ideal day of the week to go for a pint. Taking a trip to Kilburn in North West London to see what it has to offer in the way of pubs. One more day to go and it's the weekend. Yay!
Ohh and to fit in with this blog, I want to kill myself.
Tried to change anon password, and it worked. Someone should set the account file permissions or similiar in order to avoid this eventuality in future
ps: the password is kokoko
greetings
WH
I love her so much and miss her so badly that I want to die. She can't ever be mine again no matter how much we still love each other because she's pregnant with another man's baby. She cheated on her last boyfriend, she cheated on me and she'll probably cheat on the father of her child but I still can't help but miss her so much. I don't really have the guts to kill myself but if something were to kill me that would be fine.
I love her so much and miss her so badly that I want to die. She can't ever be mine again no matter how much we still love each other because she's pregnant with another man's baby. She cheated on her last boyfriend, she cheated on me and she'll probably cheat on the father of her child but I still can't stop loving her or missing her or wishing I could turn back the clock and keep her.
I don't really have the guts to kill myself but if something were to kill me that would be fine.
