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my Girlfriend wanted to do a gothic photoshoot with myself and our roommate, this is one of the pictures.

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"I left because you didn't trust me."

"I didn't trust you because you gave me a reason not to."

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"I am your father, and you disrespect me?"

"Correction, I am disrespecting my sperm donor, and my mother's third biggest mistake."

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"I will admit...I am a bad decision, made as a last gasp of a dying good intention."

ShadeBlackRose

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If you love someone, let them go...If they truly love you, they'll come back.

No. If They truly loved you, they would have never left to begin with.

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No respect for a coward.

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Kindness can go a very long way, but after a while that kindness may fade, your heart may harden and your smile twists and forms into something far more sinister...The people who's smile you once loved to see are now the people you want to see in tears and their lives a smouldering shell of what they once were. Kindness is often mistaken as weakness and when you prove them wrong you're an asshole. Saying goodbye has become second nature.

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Thus, I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends, stolen forth from holy writ, and seem a Saint, when most I play the Devil.

V

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See at first, I thought it was hate too. Hate was all I knew, it was my world, imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all the hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me, just as it happened to you.

V

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"Pot and alcohol won't magically cure your depression, you should seek professional help."

"This is true. I dont expect it to. It does, however, help me deal with the after effects of said depression. Pot allows me to eat after days, or even weeks of starving myself because I just don't have the will to eat. It helps me sleep, as well as calm down my anxiety. Same as alcohol. I don't use the two as a cure for my problems as I know the problems will remain as I sober up, but the same rule applies to prescription medication. I don't need to pay thousands of dollars for someone to hear all of the things that go through my mind, tell me something that I already know and prescribe a medication that will do everything that pot and alcohol will do, with the side effect of distracting me from what is making me feel this way."

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If someone is toxic, cut them loose. Regardless of their relationship to you. Friends, family, whatever. If they try to make you feel bad about yourself, then they need to go.

Me

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via weheartit

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They tend to misunderstand the paper man, with scissor hands, who watches the hourglass for grains of sand, to fall and fall again as he pretends, that everything he lays his hands on doesn't turn to shreds. But why oh why does he persist to hide? When they insist he try to come outside, from the shell that he lives inside. Now he's been hypnotized, and despite the lies, he sits and waits to die. Cause he can't find the words to explain the rain all of his emotions have transformed, and now become pain. He's alive in a black hole, empty in space, and he sits in front of the mirror and he's face to face with the sadness, confusion. His patience he's losing, he's substance abusing, he's one with the music, and he needs a little something to dial it all back, because he's running in a race but he's not on track.

Twiztid

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"If you could go back and change every single negative occurrence in your life, would you?" No...because if you take away the pain and suffering I have gone through all my life...Then you take away everything that helped shape me into the man I am today.

Me

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Dont you just hate it when you have this natural habit or little personality trait that you never knew about until it was pointed out? I had my mother and little sister over last weekend, and while me and my siblings were just hanging out, she looks at me and goes. "You're different." What do you mean? "Well we dont see each other often, so I can notice differences in how you act." Like what? "Well for one, when you came over for a week, you even walked different, your head was always hanging. Kinda like you just didnt have the strength to hold it up. Even the way you talked had a beaten sound to it and your jokes seemed forced. Me and mom were worried about you." And now? How am I different? "You seem less like a beaten puppy and more like you dare anyone to get in your way." Eh, alcohol and weed has kind of helped me with that. Also, beaten puppy? Bite me...Bitch. "Jerk." Then we went back to being goofballs and picking on our mother.

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If I had one last chance, I would not keep you long. The bond that we had is strong enough to carry on, inside the songs we sing, the memory of you will bring us closer to everything, that's keeping us all a team. If I had one last chance, just to say goodbye, and tell you that I'd miss you until the day I die. If I could see your face in front of me once again, the room would brighten up and the world would see me grin.

ABK