The Truth

[ForgottenHeart]

I shall recite my feelings more deeply:
When she spoke, she lifted the burden of the world from my shoulders.
I felt as though nothing had ever gone wrong, I was free from pain.
She made and kept me happy all of the time we were together.
She was a sweet and caring girl with a wonderful heart, she promised she'd never hurt me. I believed her, I had no reason not to.
For 3 years of my life, I was so happy and so carefree, I owe it all to her.
When she told me of her feelings, I was regretfully closed minded, well, when she wanted to leave me to pursue her goals. I am not going to deny this, but it was a short-lived closed mindedness. Eventually, I become a mere shadow of my former self. I failed school, and lost my jobs. I had not ability to go on living, one day, I was able to pick up again, and I held a job for awhile, I lost it due to unreasonable circumstances and a prejudice boss. I only want to know how it is possible that a man can feel so strongly for someone, and that someone can so desperately want to be away from them. Do they hate being loved? I remember many happy moments of our relationship. She is with another now, and I can not bear to think that she is showing him the same affection she once showed me, perhaps even more. It is always on my mind, I can not stop thinking about it. I fear I will once again slip into failure's tight grip. I was never prepared for heartbreak, even after the many times I had been hurt before that, I was still never prepared. I will never be prepared.

[Tab.]

:*|
I hear you there
bigtime
well less failure
but the rest I can relate to

[klinky]

What happens if you don't have a job and aren't aspiring to greater things when that happens :O.


Wait...



Uh oh


~klinky

[klinky]

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[AtomicWeezleman]

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haahahahhahahahahha ha ha hahahahahahhaa

what was i laughing about again, oh yes that crippled irish man hahahahahahahahahahahha

[ForgottenHeart]

Yes, I imagine just about anyone can relate.
I am also sure one can relate on how unfair it feels to lose something so important, when one was so good to them. It's agonizing.

[pyro_256]

haahahahhahahahahha ha ha hahahahahahhaa

what was i laughing about again, oh yes that crippled irish man hahahahahahahahahahahha

what's so funny about a crippled irishman?

[Veldrin]

what's so funny about a crippled irishman?

The fact that it would be hard for him to get to the pub.

[bloodyfang]

Everywhere I go I see your face
Every sound I hear is the sound of your voice
Why are you haunting me
Why are you haunting me
Why can't I let you go
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?

Everything about me is a lie
At least it seems that way when I look in your eyes
The truth scares the shit out of me
Whoever said love is real and love is blood
has never felt the way that I do

What does it matter?
What's done is done and I should get on with my life
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?

Well, I don't know what it means
But I can't seem to make myself forget
Was it something that you said
Was it all the guilt inside my head

Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?

There ya go

[Otohiko]

well, since songs and poetry are starting to come in, what the heck...

You used me like an ashtray heart
Case of the punks
Right from the start
I feel like a glass shrimp in a pink panty
With a saccharine chaperone
Make invalids out of supermen
Call in a "shrink"
And pick you up in a girdle
You used me like an ashtray heart
Right from the start
Case of the punks
Another day, another way
Somebody's had too much to think
Open up another case of the punks
Each pillow is touted like a rock
The mother / father figure
Somebody's had too much to think
Send your mother home your navel
Case of the punks
New hearts to the dining rooms
Violet heart cake
Dissolve in new cards, boards, throats, underwear
Ashtray heart
You picked me out, brushed me off
Crushed me while I was burning out
Then you picked me out
Like an ashtray heart
Hid behind the curtain
Waited for me to go out
A man on a porcupine fence
Used me for an ashtray heart
Hit me where the lover hangs out
Stood behind the curtain
While they crushed me out
You used me for an ashtray heart
You looked in the window when I went out
You used me like an ashtray heart.

There's really nothing else useful I can tell you, sorry. It's a situation where, well, it's no longer up to anyone but you to fix things. Not she, not your former friends, not anyone else but you, I think, can really change the condition you're in now for anything better.