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Tyler's going to break up with me tomorrow.
I can tell.
SDFNJWEAFNKN GOD FUCKING DAMNIT.
:c
Awww =C
*Tea and biscuts*
Sorry. But I'm reminded of a quote from South Park. "...But I also know that in order for me to be this sad, something would have to make me really happy in the first place."
"...and I'd rather be a crying little pussy than a faggot-assed emo kid any day, also."
Sorry Ranting.
Aw thanks.
But all was worked out. C:
-takes a biscuit, takes all of your tea-
I am proud of myself. I am proud of how well I'm doing with school and work and my friendships. I am successful and beautiful and loved and, finally, forgiven by one of my best friends. Life is good.
But I'm still lying to my mother, to my whole family about something. I want to tell the truth, but I'm terrified beyond belief. It's the only thing that's not right with my life, and it sometimes drowns out everything else, but I can't get rid of it. I'm scared of their reaction. I'm too ashamed, too embarrassed. I'm worried I'll slip up, I'm worried someone else will slip up. I'm tried of hiding.
My secret?
I'm only going out with him because it'll make my best friend happy, and she's going through a tough breakup.
The problem is... pushing him away is just so much damn easier than dealing with the problem myself. Because once she's recovered, he won't have much purpose anymore. I hope we'll stay friends. :-/
There are some thoughts that I want to turn to this thread for. Then I realize, that everyone knows it's me and I can't just rant my heart out for a confession. So I go abuse another forum's version of this thread, though it doesn't have the 'secret' option with another account. Because even though it's under my name, I'm more comfortable sharing random things with people who aren't quite that close or aren't also involved/know of what I'm speaking about.
True coward.
Same.
That's what Tumblr's for...
And I can't even complain on Tumblr, because the person I'm referring to is also on Tumblr.
And I'm sure everyone is tired of hearing me whine.
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