Quoting Mommy to 6 ღ:" Rules are you basically tell us a secret or something about you that we don't know... i'll go first: ... [snip!] ... know... i'll go first: to be honest, i regret getting married so soon. i was keeping it a secret but i don't care anymore."
Don't give a smurf how late this is.
To be honest, I'm not easy going at all. I don't kiss people's asses or want to tell them what they'd want/need to hear. I truthfully hate people, they're confusing and I'm tired of struggling to get one aspect of someone's humanity. Just leave me the hell alone.
To be honest, I'm not some "sweet" girl everyone thinks I am. I'm hurting inside, and my sweetness disappears when I remind myself how blind everyone is to not see nor acknowledge my pain. And that no one ever smurfing will.
To be honest, I'm not a goofy person. I'm a bitch and a sadist, and I need to accept both eventually so I can perhaps stop hurting so much. Perhaps self-realization is all I need...
To be honest, I hate my sister. Everyone always pushed her on me, and made her more out to be a burden than a sibling.
To be honest, I don't want to be the next Stephen King. All I want in life is something I've never had. And that's to be happy.
To be honest, I hate the future and everyday I get closer to it I want to vomit my guts out all over my bedroom floor. I rather live in the past, and live in that place where childhood is never supposed to end. It's smoother, warmer, and easier that way. It's more of my home than anything.
To be honest, I just don't give a smurf anymore.
To be honest, my future isn't at a community college or living an independent life as a successful writer in Oregon. It's sitting in an alley waiting to smurf my next client for money, living like a gypsy in a cart, waiting for dawn to come and my feelings of regret and my memories to haunt me yet again.
To be honest, I hope something terrible happens. Maybe then someone can finally acknowledge the fact that I hurt so much, and not make me feel like a monster or swipe me under the carpet for the next rape victim in Philly.
To be honest, I don't truly hate or not need love.
To be honest, I wish I were a cat or some certain type of animal. You never lose your innocence when you're just a defenseless, dumb animal, and not to mention the fact that life's simpler that way.
To be honest, I'm inches from jumping off a nearby bridge whether the water's shallow or not.
To be honest, I don't want to fight this depression to keep on living. I just wanna die physically, as I've already done internally.
To be honest, I wasn't kidding when I tell you that you look like a smurfing marshmallow.
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