Words i use when i cry

Katherine

10 Sep, 2010 06:02 PM

What is love? Is it cold, and mean? Just like life... Or is it something different? A love that will sweep you away, only too leave your core with a fuzzy warmth. And looking into your lovers eyes with contempt that he/ she is 'the one'. i wouldn't know, you see. I used too be in love, or so i thought. But love is just life, and just as cruel, just as heartless. I need , you, too tell me i'm wrong. That love DOES exist. That love IS real. Because I'm not so sure anymore. this is my story... The start of my depression, was startling. Like right then and there i realized, that life sucks. Nothing, anchored me down to earth anymore. Just family, and sometimes friends... Day dreams took over my days, and everything was imaginary. This is when i reached for the razor. Some of you... [Read More]

Tags: Help, Breakup, Heartbroken
Votes: 0
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Do you love me?

Backtears

09 Sep, 2010 11:57 PM

My name is Kat,I fell in love with my best friend, first we started out with a simple "I don't like you" were where eight at the time, and I think I stole his bulldozer witch made us fight till we made up. I loved spending time with him. but my feelings grew once I entered my first year of high school. We where always together that our classmates began calling us the 'love birds' I smiled at that name every time we were called that my heart felt fuzzy and warm no longer cold from my last break up in middle school. On my Sixteenth birthday I got the courage to tell him I loved him, he smiled and said "I love you too" I was so happy to hear those words, but a few months after we been dating he became more distant and was always busy. I... [Read More]

Tags: Heartbroken, Breakup, Cheated
Votes: 3
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broken

Jaeny

09 Sep, 2010 08:03 PM

Here is my story... December 25th 2009 this was the exact date when I first fell in love... I fell in love with a guy named Marcus he was sweet and very cute. We always stay up and text and call each other every night. We loved each other SO much we never fought and we never had any problems. He was always there for me he would always make me smile, and laugh. He would text me every day nonstop! He would always say I love you in every text he sent me... He once told me that he is full Mexican BUT he wasn?t he is half white (and yes I don?t like it when people lie about their culture or race.) when I asked him if he would ever cheat on me and he said ?no? and I believed him. He also made a promise, the promise... [Read More]

Tags: Broken, Pain, Unloved
Votes: 4
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I once belived in love

monica

09 Sep, 2010 10:13 AM

there was one point of my life that i believed deeply in fairy tales but above all things LOVE. my heart was full and very heavy of happy emotions that filled my life with happiness.but as i grew aware of how life can be so cruel to a person i started opening my eyes, really opening them. the boy that i grew so in love with since i was younger was no longer the boy i once knew but a man that was aware of everyone else's existence except mine. we were once close and know we hardly know each other. my first love, has no idea that i still think of him and that every day that i wake up living i wonder what he is doing. my heart aches of all the pain that he has put me through and he doesn't even care. i sometime stay up... [Read More]

Tags: Love
Votes: 2
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Should this end?

Alan

08 Sep, 2010 01:16 AM

This is my true story. Story of a sweet, caring, ambitious hindu indian girl and a passionate, violent, introvert muslim indian boy. PLEASE DO COMMENT. 7th grade: I am new in school. I quickly make friends, lots n lots of them. Loved by seniors, juniors, classmates and teachers. Basically, it dint take a cheerful,vibrant, honest n stupid girl (me) long to become popular. 8th grade: I am class monitor. Involved in numerous co-curricular activities. We become friends. We implies for me, corey and drew. (No, its not a triangular love story) 9th grade: I get to know more and more about corey. I think I have a crush on him. But we don?t talk much cause he is an introvert orthodox. He is everything anyone can ask for. Thin, toned, dark, humorous, intelligent (topper to be appropriate), serious, observant, a quizman, trustworthy, and most importantly, mature. No, he isnt boring.... [Read More]

Tags: Secret, Waiting, True Story, Friendship, Alone, Tears
Votes: 39
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Not the World

Eliavr

07 Sep, 2010 10:46 PM

There is nothing in this story about a life full of abuse, a cheating lover, or a biography of an outcast. It's just the ramblings of a normal teenager who got to caught up in lies and gossip. It all started when a friend I'll call "Narcissus" decides to ask my friend "Sati" what she truthfully thinks of him. Now Sati plays D&D with me and she was in a group that I was running with him. I had to agree with her when she thought he was a "Rule Nazi" as we like to call people who argue about every little rule. We get into a heated debate and are now very cross with each other. Normally this wouldn't be a problem except his is joining a group I play with that I use to think differently of. The first time I played with this said group I use... [Read More]

Tags: Dilemma, Lies, Secret, True Story
Votes: -3
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Is the love still there?

Rachel

07 Sep, 2010 07:34 PM

It was my second year of middle school and I have had a crush on him for like forever(2 years and his like best friend). He than tells me since we are friends that he is going out with someone, I thought I had lost my chances with him. Like a week or so latter he tells me that she broke up with him she never really like him and he never really like her. He and I only have 2nd period P.E. together and we were on the same volleyball team. So I tell my p.e. buddy's that I am ready to tell him how I feel but after we run the one lap. But the both of them couldn't wait and they told him while we were running. Its was October 15, 2009 when all of this went down and he came into my life. So we finish... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Heartbroken
Votes: 2
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The homeless man.

Mike burke

06 Sep, 2010 08:17 PM

Everyone on our neighbor hood knew the homeless man. He was old, around the age of 50. Every day he would sit down on the corner of the road, but he was never sad. My parents always told me to stay away from him, but that never stopped me. I would talk to him almost everyday, I would give him some of my left over dinner, and we would just sit down and talk. He always told me stories of his past, his dad, who died from unknown diseases, and his mom, who threw him out of the house a year later. He wandered into an orphanage until he was 18, and he left. He tried to get a job often, but there was just no openings. He gave up after 4 years, and retreated back to the city. In his depression he turned to beer, until he had no... [Read More]

Tags: The Homless Man, Love, Death
Votes: 7
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How Could you?

naomi

06 Sep, 2010 01:10 PM

No More i love you, no more tears, no more smiles, no more attention, no more comfort. no more anything, they just left me in a little cardboard box, it was pouring it down with rain, the cardboard was wet and i was cold then lightning begun. i was sat there all by myself i was free for people to take me, loads of people passed, but no staring in my direction of the little yelping and whimpering. my owner who was selling me was nasty and brutal, he picked me up by my neck and took me to the animal shelter. he threw me into a cage. he'd come back for me soon but then i realized nobody wants me. I'm just a dump stupid young frightened scared helpless touchy puppy, why would anybody want me, wait somebody was walking in my direction, it was a man in a... [Read More]

Tags: Puppy, Story
Votes: 1
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sad words make a sad story

jim

05 Sep, 2010 01:37 AM

I am a 17 year old boy. I am not emo. Just a typical Asian boy in school who carries a guitar around 247.. This summer I felt I fell in love for the first time. I grew up without a father since I was 6. My mom is a clinical counselor (ironic isn't it). I liked drinking, got into fights and had problem with sexuality. I moved 6 times in 4 years and even more before that. I have no friends now, my sister and my mother makes me the third wheel. I am the second choice. One day my old friend who was very spiritual manipulated me into thinking I could fit into her community of religious people and that I'll have a great time visiting for the summer. I worked at a religious camp for a month with her.. I felt passionate about her. Trust me I've... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Missing
Votes: 7
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