His Bad Side
I was such a fool..
I almost falling in love. All this time, he wanted her&her.. But he said it was me,that she. We believed together and he said he liked a girl who is like a friend to him. I thought this part was a just a dream. But its hard to tell everything actually. He spent all his time with her and everyone told me i was wrong but i underestimated him.
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Then i felt somethings.I thought that will be twice if i fell in love this year,i still cant understand me but i love somethings like: the wind, pink colour,cherries,being mad all the time for someone... But i dont know that i love somebody. Just exhausting.
But i shouldnt forget for the next time anymore, boys like girls who similar to her and not like me. I was know this rule once in the past but i think i forgot it.
I clearly see everything. I want to explain all my feelings but now, im trying to digest..
He played with all of us and i thought i played with him. He pretends like a lover and i wont believe next time,for anyone.
I was such a fool for believing that you...i said it.
In Group, Casper doesn’t like us to say cut or cutting or burn or stab. She says it doesn’t matter what you do or how you do it: it’s all the same. You could drink, slice, do meth, snort coke, burn, cut, stab, slash, rip out your eyelashes, or fuck till you bleed and it’s all the same thing: self-harm. She says: whether someone has hurt you or made you feel bad or unworthy or unclean, rather than taking the rational step of realizing that person is an asshole or a psycho and should be shot or strung up and you should stay the fuck away from them, instead we internalize our abuse and begin to blame and punish ourselves and weirdly, once you start cutting or burning or fucking because you feel so shitty and unworthy, your body starts to release this neat-feeling shit called endorphins and you feel so fucking high the world is like cotton candy at the best and most colorful state fair in the world, only bloody and stuffed with infection. But the fucked-up part is once you start self-harming, you can never not be a creepy freak, because your whole body is now a scarred and charred battlefield and nobody likes that on a girl, nobody will love that, and so all of us, every one, is screwed, inside and out. Wash, rinse, fucking repeat.
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We found love lyrics
t's like you're screaming, and no one can hear
You almost feel ashamed
That someone could be that important
That without them, you feel like nothing
No one will ever understand how much it hurts
You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you
And when it's over, and it's gone
You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back
So that
"Do you always think this much, Charlie?" "Is that bad?" I just wanted someone to tell me the truth. "Not necessarily. It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life." "Is that bad?" "Yes." "I think I participate, though. Don't you think I am?" "Well, are you dancing at these dances?" "I'm not a very good dancer." "Are you going on dates?" "Well, I don't have a car, and even if I did, I can't drive because I'm fifteen, and anyway, I haven't met a girl I like except for Sam, but I am too young for her, and she would always have to drive, which I don't think is fair." Bill smiled and continued asking me questions. Slowly, he got to "problems at home." And I told him about the boy who makes mix tapes hitting my sister because my sister only told me not to tell mom or dad about it, so I figured I could tell Bill. He got this very serious look on his face after I told him, and he said something to me I don't think I will forget this semester or ever. "Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve."
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When we first met in elementary school as kids, he never smiled or laughed. I just thought he didn’t like me. But I eventually realized that most times, people don’t smile because they’re happy, or laugh because they think something’s funny. They do it because they want someone else to like them, or because they don’t know what to say, or because they’re nervous, or because they’re being polite. Oliver James—he’s just too honest with himself to hide behind a smile that isn’t real.
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Chapter Twenty-Four
“Sit, Khải, you look bad.” She directed him to a stone bench that overlooked the water. He sat, and she brushed the hair from his clammy forehead with cool, soft fingers. “You need water.”
When she tried to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. “Don’t go.”
“Okay,” she said, and she urged him to rest his cheek
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