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hi, don't be deceived by all the lights and sounds.
*my words are dreary and i like them like that bcz this is just about the other side of life/someone has to wake up to it.
*i like boys w brown eyes and nice hair w a gorgeous smile and a heart after God's.
just want to be
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Dimpsalm Adele Andrea Angela Bren/da Glacie
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talk more,more,more shit
head's only medicine
tweet twit awayyyyy
we're neither believers of 11:11 nor princes on white horses; we won't stumble that easily for your rotting sugar kisses and crayola replicated belief
@Thursday, March 4, 2010 2:39 AM / top
an honest confession.


at times, i am okay. | others, i am not.

nobody really looks a little deeper. | nobody really understands at all.

they think i'm just being selfish. | they don't know what it's like.

you think i'm just thinking too much. | i really can't help it, can't control it.

always the devil's advocate for fun, really. | for the sake of conversation (attention).

always talking about me, me, and nothing but me. | keep giving me your take on me, i want to hear.

topics always digressing, steering, veering elsewhere badly. | i just want my, your, her, his, everybody's attention.

easy-going, open-minded, casual. | i'm just real easily influenced.

brilliant makeup, "did you do it yourself?" | i've spent hours in front of the mirror.

so it's all just another fashion show. | i've spent months accumulating.

walking dictionary, thesaurus, bible. | i've spent years building them up.

"are you on crack? you were upset just a moment ago."
"i didn't have time to critique your story yesterday. didn't mean to."
"well, we have different tastes in clothes..."
"hmm, yeah, yeah... moving on..."
"yes, your hair's fine, now stop messing with it."
"no really, mov~ing on."
would you kindly shut the fuck up,
because you don't know my problems,
you don't know how i deal with it,
suffer and fight with it - don't you dare judge me.
we're all fighting our own demons,
so just go back to your own and stop bothering me.
you may not cry when you're not in the center of the attention,
you may not feel the need to dress so well,
you may not be as sensitive to criticism as much
but i am all of the above, for reasons you do not need to know.
so why won't you just change your _damn mindset
about mental problems and disorders?



"hey, you should smile more! you look better." | suck it up, bitch. there's nothing to smile for.

not when it's me.




//
two words.
HPD sucks.