The crazy demon
Metal Gear Vindicare.
If you read this post i readed you mind and noticed you wanted to read my thoughs :ninja:
This is my way of thinking :ninja:
This is my way of thinking :ninja:
What Are You Thinking?
- Thread starter NotSoAwesomeFaise
- Start date
Daring Dylan
This is all we got now.
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SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!
Vergil'sBitch
I am Nero's Mom & Obsessed fan girl
I'm sooooooooo peeved. I'm off.
Night Guys.
Night Guys.
cheezMcNASTY
Entertain me.
for boards run by the same people, it sure is different here than at projectego.
Dante's Stalker
"Outrun this!"
cheezMcNASTY;261448 said:
That's because I'M NOT THERE!!! :lol: :lol: J/k
Food!
Dress!
Ugh...smelly breaths *la puke*
Nicodemus Zamoran
The Hellslayer Knight
Rant.
GAH! Too much noise here. The damn TV on all day today, and on the news! I hate the news. And I am not allowed to turn it off. I just want some peace for me to write my Random Encounter today and I can't get it... Music isn't helping much, because I want QUIET!! Damn people. This house never seems to be quiet when other people are here. If it is just me, it is so quiet, that I am very happy, but when other people are here, it is NOISY!!! And it is making me get irritated monumentally at the small things that don't normally irritate me.
The crazy demon
Metal Gear Vindicare.
If "that" is work i wont work till i get over with collague.
Daring Dylan
This is all we got now.
God. ****ing. DAMMIT! YOU ALWAYS THROW OUT MY STUFF BEFORE EVEN ASKING ME OR LOOKING TO SEE WHAT'S IN IT! MY BIRTH CONTROL, RAZOR, TAMPONS, PADS, TOOTHBRUSH, AND MAKE-UP WERE IN THAT BAG AND YOU THREW IT AWAY! MOTHER OF ****, IT'S LIKE WHEN ME, MOM, AND DAD USED TO LIVE HERE HOW YOU'D ALWAYS. ALWAYS, ALWAYS! THROW OUT DAD'S CONTACTS AND MOM'S BLOOD PRESSURE PILLS! THAT'S WHY I HATE COMING OVER HERE DURING THE SUMMER! AND NOW I'M OUT OF THIRTY BUCKS OF STUFF BECAUSE OF YOU!
And now you're getting ****ed at me because I yelled at you about how you wasted thirty dollars of MY money. I doubt I'll be able to make it to Friday here without breaking something.
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And now you're getting ****ed at me because I yelled at you about how you wasted thirty dollars of MY money. I doubt I'll be able to make it to Friday here without breaking something.
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Captain Ren
Tribble
that was a nice walk ^_^
Dante's Stalker
"Outrun this!"
That makes me laugh today.
Yeah I was ****ed off at the time. But now?
I wish I could post it on the forum to share. So much. I LOL every time I read it.
IDIOT! XDDDDDDDD
Yeah I was ****ed off at the time. But now?
I wish I could post it on the forum to share. So much. I LOL every time I read it.
IDIOT! XDDDDDDDD
Then there’s my latest oneshot. Shards of nostalgia. Sad, gloomy, sentimental.
I miss home. I miss waking up in my bedroom with the sun lighting up my room like a furnace. I miss lying in bed listening to my brothers watching TV on the other side of the house, listening to my mom bustling around in the kitchen, hearing my dad mowing the lawn and the crazy excited bark of our dogs. I miss those horrible faded pink curtains that were worn so thin with time that I could see straight through them and watch the dutch couple across the street fighting in their funny dialect.
I miss lying in the security of my room until the clock hit double figures and my tummy chased me to the kitchen, where my mom’s famous plaatkoekies would be hot and waiting on a plate for me. I miss watching K-T.V. in the mornings, and I miss going to Pick’n Pay with my family and doing grocery shopping until my legs wanted to buckle and my back burned. I miss that bottle of coke we were always gauranteed on the drive back home, and the horrible task of wiping down those ugly plastic garden chairs.I miss playing around in our pool while the fire in the braai got lit, and I miss getting a shout from my mom that one of my friends were on the phone.
More often than not, it would be Zelda, and her mom would come drop her off and we’d walk around the neighbourhood in the heat of day, or we’d listen to music in my room and chat, or we’d wreck the DVD collection to find that good tear-jerker comedy we both loved. Or her cousin that lived up the street from us, would come racing go-karts down the street with me, or take a dip in our pool. Yes, it’s a small world, I know quite a bit of people related to Zelda, I befriended her cousins without knowing who they were. Weird, no?
I miss having the family come over, hanging out with my cousins playing Mario bros or that stupid island video game. I miss the food, I miss the people, I miss the feel. I was secure back then, you know. Life might not have been perfect, but it was damn good. I knew who I was, what I wanted, where I was going. I had my priorities straight and solid. I had my family, I had my friends, I had my territory. I carried my heart out on my sleeve, and I trusted easily. And I was trustworthy. I was happy. I’ve never been as content in life as I was at that stage in my life.
So, you can’t blame me for wondering wtf happened to me. Somewhere along the lines, I missed the plot. Strayed off the path. I mean, it wasn’t easy staying on the path at all, I had to fight to walk the talk, but I just lost it, and I haven’t found my way back. And even now, if I could, things could never be the same again. Love changes life, and life goes on without you. My soultwin went gay, and even if she says she’s back on track, things are bound to be awkward whenever we are face to face again. And it sucks, and it hurts, because that was the only link directly connected to my childhood that I had left to hang onto. Now I don’t even have that anymore. I still have my friends from early days, I count them as blessings because not many people stay in touch with those who shaped them into the people they become later on, but we will never be able to reenact the strengths of our friendship as it was back then. Cliched, but stuff it, I really have been hurt one too many times by people I trusted. Now I have issues with trusting people. Maybe that’s why I am bitter. I can’t get over that hurdle.
I hate love. Love does nothing but stab your heart. Mine is still bleeding, and beating, and sometimes I wish it would just stop because it’s so broken, and it hurts more than words could describe. I never asked for this. If anyone had given me prior warning that love would feel like this, I would have said thanks but no thanks. What has love given me? Bittersweet memories tainted with anger and pain. What has love taught me? That life is worse with it, and far worse when it doesn’t work out. Love has taught me not to trust, and not to love, because love is ugly in its beauty, and merciless in its tenderness, and when it’s gone, you’re left with the unbearable knowledge that it just never was meant for you. When it’s time to turn the page, to end that single entry that encompassed most of your life, and face the next blank piece of paper without love as your pencil, you’re bound to strike a block. You can’t even mourn your loss of love, how can you mourn for something you never truly had? Love isn’t supposed to be like this. Love isn’t meant to turn your life upside down and smash you into pieces. And if it is, then I’m just not cut out for it.
I miss home. I miss waking up in my bedroom with the sun lighting up my room like a furnace. I miss lying in bed listening to my brothers watching TV on the other side of the house, listening to my mom bustling around in the kitchen, hearing my dad mowing the lawn and the crazy excited bark of our dogs. I miss those horrible faded pink curtains that were worn so thin with time that I could see straight through them and watch the dutch couple across the street fighting in their funny dialect.
I miss lying in the security of my room until the clock hit double figures and my tummy chased me to the kitchen, where my mom’s famous plaatkoekies would be hot and waiting on a plate for me. I miss watching K-T.V. in the mornings, and I miss going to Pick’n Pay with my family and doing grocery shopping until my legs wanted to buckle and my back burned. I miss that bottle of coke we were always gauranteed on the drive back home, and the horrible task of wiping down those ugly plastic garden chairs.I miss playing around in our pool while the fire in the braai got lit, and I miss getting a shout from my mom that one of my friends were on the phone.
More often than not, it would be Zelda, and her mom would come drop her off and we’d walk around the neighbourhood in the heat of day, or we’d listen to music in my room and chat, or we’d wreck the DVD collection to find that good tear-jerker comedy we both loved. Or her cousin that lived up the street from us, would come racing go-karts down the street with me, or take a dip in our pool. Yes, it’s a small world, I know quite a bit of people related to Zelda, I befriended her cousins without knowing who they were. Weird, no?
I miss having the family come over, hanging out with my cousins playing Mario bros or that stupid island video game. I miss the food, I miss the people, I miss the feel. I was secure back then, you know. Life might not have been perfect, but it was damn good. I knew who I was, what I wanted, where I was going. I had my priorities straight and solid. I had my family, I had my friends, I had my territory. I carried my heart out on my sleeve, and I trusted easily. And I was trustworthy. I was happy. I’ve never been as content in life as I was at that stage in my life.
So, you can’t blame me for wondering wtf happened to me. Somewhere along the lines, I missed the plot. Strayed off the path. I mean, it wasn’t easy staying on the path at all, I had to fight to walk the talk, but I just lost it, and I haven’t found my way back. And even now, if I could, things could never be the same again. Love changes life, and life goes on without you. My soultwin went gay, and even if she says she’s back on track, things are bound to be awkward whenever we are face to face again. And it sucks, and it hurts, because that was the only link directly connected to my childhood that I had left to hang onto. Now I don’t even have that anymore. I still have my friends from early days, I count them as blessings because not many people stay in touch with those who shaped them into the people they become later on, but we will never be able to reenact the strengths of our friendship as it was back then. Cliched, but stuff it, I really have been hurt one too many times by people I trusted. Now I have issues with trusting people. Maybe that’s why I am bitter. I can’t get over that hurdle.
I hate love. Love does nothing but stab your heart. Mine is still bleeding, and beating, and sometimes I wish it would just stop because it’s so broken, and it hurts more than words could describe. I never asked for this. If anyone had given me prior warning that love would feel like this, I would have said thanks but no thanks. What has love given me? Bittersweet memories tainted with anger and pain. What has love taught me? That life is worse with it, and far worse when it doesn’t work out. Love has taught me not to trust, and not to love, because love is ugly in its beauty, and merciless in its tenderness, and when it’s gone, you’re left with the unbearable knowledge that it just never was meant for you. When it’s time to turn the page, to end that single entry that encompassed most of your life, and face the next blank piece of paper without love as your pencil, you’re bound to strike a block. You can’t even mourn your loss of love, how can you mourn for something you never truly had? Love isn’t supposed to be like this. Love isn’t meant to turn your life upside down and smash you into pieces. And if it is, then I’m just not cut out for it.
cheezMcNASTY
Entertain me.
neither really, different group of people. :lol:aka958;261457 said:It is? In a positive or negative way? :huh:
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D: Don't hurt me! Please!
a little harsher, a little more /b/, hard to describe an internet community.
the link is under fable if you click the network tab on the top right of devilmaycry.org.
i prefer it, but then again i've been a member since 2007.Osaka;261460 said:
Chloe_Ryder;261465 said:
i have to agree with you thar
Daring Dylan
This is all we got now.
Wow, Alyssa. Way to be a good friend. :/ You know, just because I like girls, doesn't mean I want in your pants. I have standards, you know. And a girlfriend. |:
+ Oh! A upbeat song came on! Maybe it can cheer me up!
Captain Ren
Tribble
"well, time to sleep *goodnight*"
DreadnoughtDT
God of Hyperdeath
I don't deserve more than half the crap people give me. I swear. >.>
Daring Dylan
This is all we got now.
I'm an only child who happens to be a Daddy's Girl. Of course I'm a spoiled brat.
DreadnoughtDT
God of Hyperdeath
Why. The hell. Are people so stubborn when proof stares them in the face?! Bloody hell, it's stupid! Wish those gits would sod off...
Wow. Did I just use three British slang terms in there? I think I'm turning British thanks to ACESpark...
Wow. Did I just use three British slang terms in there? I think I'm turning British thanks to ACESpark...
Dante's Stalker
"Outrun this!"
^I can't even try tease the British because a lot of people on the forum live in the UK so I might get banned. That and more than 60% of my family are either Welsh or British, and they'd tear me apart.
Pommies. >.< I'M JUST KIDDING PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!! XD
I don't think I'll get around to doing that review for DT today
(edit: I lied!)
I've got sooo much woooooork to doooooo.
And all I wanna do is get down and dirty with Galen T_T I'm inspired to work with him again.
Why am I always inspired to write CoD when I don't have ANY time?
Pommies. >.< I'M JUST KIDDING PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!! XD
I don't think I'll get around to doing that review for DT today
(edit: I lied!
)I've got sooo much woooooork to doooooo.
And all I wanna do is get down and dirty with Galen T_T I'm inspired to work with him again.
Why am I always inspired to write CoD when I don't have ANY time?