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Next time you feel you're falling apart, or developping old-people problems, or even feeling generally worthless and depressed, calm down and get yourself checked.

Physical problems can affect you emotionally just as easily as emotional problems can affect your physical well-being.

Also, your not that old yet, and you haven't wasted your life as much as you think.

It's sad that you have a harder time seeing your own worth than those around you.

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I'm done with you. you treat me like shit and rub my face in the fact that you immediately picked up a new guy and fucked him days later.. Well too bad. I hope you realize what a mistake you made, because NO ONE will love you like I did. Here's hoping you get knocked up, you dumb whore. Have fun with the STDs I'm sure he's got.

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I've helped you for a year yet you refuse and deny the fact that i'm trying.

So I'm done, i am not going to give.

To only have it thrown back at me,

I'm not going to care if everything that I've done just ends in tears.

It's over, no more, your last chance was a good run....

...but time has run out, goodbye.

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you seem like quite the ignorant asshole right now with that attitude you have against others. I liked you and all when you first joined the forums because you seemed like a fun person to talk to... but if you keep doing what you did... then you're not my friend anymore, and I will ignore you and hate you..... you might not care that you lost me as a friend, just a random dude on the internet... but still.... fuck you if you keep being like that.

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Wish I didn't have to psychoanalyze everything you say to me and vise versa. You're a fantastic friend but a bit too manipulative for me to trust you completely. Even if your intentions are good.

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Dude...........please stop posting. No one's even looking at my stuff because of you spamming everywhere.

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You expect the world of me, but im just one person...

You say im just a problem, not even a person anymore. You cast me as a failure although, I've succeeded where you failed.

It's hard being perpetually happy when im constantly being put down by the few people I trust. Yeah im done with honesty, it just gets you to hate me even more.

I'm feeling like Marceline too much right now because of you. But if only I was her, I could just go away and hang out in a cave make music.

But seriously, I used to trust you. Now I wish nothing but misfortune upon you and I would do it myself the moment you let up. Just want to sit alone and play my instruments...

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Please, keep my cat alive and well... we're counting on you.

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Hey, I know I've been a little distant lately, but I'm still into you.  It'll be weird at first, especially with your sister, but I think we'll get used to it.

 

So, anyways, uh..

 

You wanna go out sometime?

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I'm sorry for not always giving it my best shot. I knew what to do but didn't because of the people around me... I will get it finished and i will pass this course if it kills me. I don't usually apologize to a teacher because there never is the need but i feel like more of a failure now as the deadline closes in and i am miles behind because of my foolish actions before hand.

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http://youtu.be/Oq3pDuJeMqQ

 

I find it looks the same, but everything has changed
I find remembering gets harder every day
Sometimes, I still believe who I pretend to be
Sometimes, the little thing's exactly how it seems
Exactly how it seems

I see the color of your eyes has turned to gray
I feel the wind is growing colder every day
Sometimes, I open up the walls and disappear
Sometimes, the crashing of the waves is all I hear

Ocean, oh, help me find a way
Ocean, oh, wash us all away

I know that everything we did will come around
I take the thought of you and burn it to the ground
Sometimes, I'm waiting for this ice age to arrive
Sometimes, I hate the me that's keeping me alive

Ocean, oh, help me find a way
Ocean, oh, wash us all away
Ocean, oh, help me find a way
Ocean, oh, carry us away

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Been making alot of music as of late with my piano, keyboard and violin. And I can't explan why, but when I do so, im always thinking of you. I don't know if you know, but you are starting to mean alot to me and I wouldn't imagine not knowing you... It is true of me becoming like Marceline, but I am similar in the way of bottling up my problems and emotions releasing them with music.

I want to ask you something important, but im not sure how to say it...

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You know, I don't really have anything against you.

 

 

That doesn't mean I don't want to freaking punch you in the jaw.

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Look, matey. I know ye're me' superior officer and all that bollocks, but you really need to calm the hell down. I understand that we are facing problems, but that is not an excuse for not taking care of other, maybe somewhat minor issues. You can't expect the unit to stand forever, not without new recruits, nor with the shite drill you're all teaching them. 

 

We have bloody 120 members for crying out loud. We must take care of things and be ORGANIZED. You can't just expect that by organizing shitpile A, shitpiles B, C and D will magically come together. NO! All must be done MANUALLY. That means stop being an arse and pay attention to what's going on. To EVERYTHING that's going on, not just the biggest issue.

 

/rant

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You're a moron.

 

I want to hate you, but the truth is, I only hate the bad decisions you've made.

 

You've been making bad decisions for a solid five years now. While we've had good times, and I do love being with you, your decisions are costing us both too much, jeopardizing our security, and constantly making me feel less and less appreciated. I don't like to place blame, but I do hold your actions responsible for much of my current mental state, dealing with depression and anxiety.

 

My common sense tells me to leave you. My pride tells me you can fuck off, go to hell. But I still love being with you. It gives me a sense of completion you will never fully understand.

 

You spurn me. You call me back.  Despite my senses, I come back, every time.  I even started going back to church to gain insight on how to deal with you.

 

If I understand what I think God wants for me, I think he told me to stay with you too, and to wait for you, because you are where I belong.

 

I'm coming back again. I hate that. I fear what you'll do next. But you're something I need, and I fear having to look for that elsewhere even more.

 

i'm praying that if God is right, or at least my interpretation of what he wants me to do is right, that you will stop this stupid bullshit and get yourself on track so that we can at least try to have a relationship as good as we did years ago.  If I'm wrong, I pray my path will be made clear, and that I will know where to go after leaving you.

 

I've never hated stronger than I have with you. But I love you even more, and that conflict is starting to undo me.

 

 

 

Stop it.

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I just need to say that I'm very sorry for what i've done to you, and it makes me feel horrible. i just want to thank you for still being one of my best friends even though I did what I did, and I feel like you deserve better, but I feel very lucky that you care enough to still be my friend. Thank you.

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I've hated you for the last 9 years.

I haven't changed. I won't change. It's not good for me and I know it but I've given up already.

Stop trying to change me. Shouting won't change me. It sure as hell hasn't fucking worked for the last 9 years.

So just give up. Give up. Enough is enough. We'll both be happier that way.

That, or one of us could die, preferably you because I like my life but the idea of you being miserable because of me is an appealing one.

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I forgive you as a person. i love you and that fact may not ever change. but i will never forgive the hell you put me through. I won't ever forget or forgive that because you caused me so much pain. but the past is the past. if you truly wish to communicate once more. prove to me you regret what you did. prove to me that you will never cause me such harm again. PROVE TO ME that you can make me happy without degrading yourself. otherwise, do not bother.

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Uhh, dude? You don't know me as well as you think you do apparently... Why do you assume I hate my family? I kind of don't?

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Slowly but surely, you are dying to me and I regret ever getting to know you. You are always too much of a hassle and in the end, you never learned from your mistakes. You seemed interesting at first and a hoot, but now... I can't stand you.

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"The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho

 

They crossed the desert for another two days in silence. the alchemist had become much more cautious, because they were approaching the area where the most violent battles were being waged. As they moved along, the boy tried to listen to his heart.

It was not easy to do; in earlier times, his heart had always been ready to tell its story, but lately that wasn't true. There had been times when his heart spent hours telling of his sadness, and at other times it became so emotional over the desert sunrise that the boy had to hide his tears. His heart beat faster when it spoke to the boy of treasure and more slowly when the boy stared entranced at the endless horizons of the desert. But his heart was never quiet, even when the boy and the alchemist had fallen into silence.

"Why do we have to listen to our hearts?" the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.

"Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."

"But my heart is agitated," the boy said. "It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her."

"Well, that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say."

During the next three days, the two travelers passed by a number of armed tribesmen, and saw others on the horizon. The boy's heart began to speak of fear. It told him stories it had heard from the Soul of the World, stories of men who sought to find their treasure and never succeeded. Sometimes it frightened the boy with the idea that he might not find his treasure, or that he might die there in the desert. At other times, it told the boy that it was satisfied: it had found love and riches.

"My heart is a traitor," the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. "It doesn't want me to go on."

"That makes sense," the alchemist answered. "Naturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won."

"Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?"

"Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you're thinking about life and about the world."

"You mean I should listen, even if it's treasonous?"

"Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you'll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.

"You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow."

The boy continued to listen to his heart as they crossed the desert. He came to understand its dodges and tricks, and to accept it as it was. He lost his fear, and forgot about his need to go back to the oasis, because, one afternoon, his heart told him that it was happy. "Even though I complain sometimes," it said, "it's because I'm the heart of a person, and people's hearts are that way. People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly.

"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity."

"Every second of the search is an encounter with God," the boy told his heart. "When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, because I've known that every hour was a part of the dream that I would find it. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I've discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible for a shepherd to achieve."

So his heart was quiet for an entire afternoon. That night, the boy slept deeply, and, when he awoke, his heart began to tell him things that came from the Soul of the World. It said that all people who are happy have God within them. And that happiness could be found in a grain of sand from the desert, as the alchemist had said. Because a grain of sand is a moment of creation, and the universe has taken millions of years to create it. "Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him," his heart said. "We, people's hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them---the path to their destinies, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out indeed, to be threatening place.

"So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won't be heard: we don't want people to suffer because they don't follow their hearts."

"Why don't people's hearts tell them to continue to follow their dreams?" the boy asked the alchemist.

"Because that's what makes a heart suffer most, and hearts don't like to suffer."

From then on, the boy understood his heart. He asked it, please, never to stop speaking to him. He asked that, when he wandered far from his dreams, his heart press him and sound the alarm. The boy swore that, every time he heard the alarm, he would heed its message.

That night, he told all of this to the alchemist. And the alchemist understood that the boy's heart had returned to the Soul of the World.

"So, what should I do now?" the boy asked. Continue in the direction of the Pyramids," said the alchemist. "And continue to pay heed to the omens. Your heart is still capable of showing you where the treasure is."

"Is that the one thing I still needed to know?"

"No," the alchemist answered. "What you still need to know is this: before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we've learned as we've moved toward that dream. That's the point at which most people give up. It's the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, one `dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.'

"Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested."

The boy remembered an old proverb from his country. It said that the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn.

 

Long, I know, but it is a good passage from an excellent book... It was motivational even to me...

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