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Originally posted by ctrl+alt+del

some olympic track runner came to my elementary when i was in 3rd grade. jonathan got 2 autographs. i got none.

 

 

 

i stole jonathans autographs and put them in the gutter.

 

Now that Jonathan knows....hes is fucking pissed out of his mind...:mad:

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Guest Pilau Hands
I know she is perfectly capable of being evil.

That's really a skeleton about your friend, now isn't it...no fair. ;)

 

I have a big problem with criticism, also. Some people might offer me advice and I'll take it eagerly. People I'm close to though, if they point out a fault of mine, I get salty real fast. Keeps me from really overcoming the things that I know are wrong with me.

 

Sometimes I imagine really weird shit that makes me feel really cold. Not like I could just stab someone without batting an eye, but like...if someone's telling me about their problems, sometimes i just want to make a weird face and tap them in the forehead. I could never see my friends again, and though I'd be lonely, it wouldn't bother me all that much.

 

I probably have a hard time making and keeping friends for that reason. I'd have no problem with sitting next to someone at a party the entire night and not saying one word to them. If they're introduced, fine, but it's cold out there on that limb.

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Weird Things That Go Through My Head

 

Originally posted by Pilau Hands

That's really a skeleton about your friend, now isn't it...no fair. ;)

 

Actually, I blame my friend to justify myself for killing my own bunny. It's really weird, but ever since that incident I see bunnies as a symbolism of things and people I love but always take for granted. Sometimes I feel like I'm a heartless person. How could I love something and just throw it away? I have a really bad detachment problem. Somebody I dated constantly drew bunnies and bears, and I always wondered what they meant to him. I never asked because I really liked the mystery. He had a whole sketchbook of the same bear in different situations... they were a symbolism of himself. I loved it.

 

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i sometimes think that im above my friends..maybe its because im a watcher.i know that im no better, but i know that i'm stronger, smarter and more of a player than most of them.i sometimes think about killing them to make life easier.

 

the thought of SARS killing millions gives me a sence of peace.

 

watching movies like red dragon and silence of the lambs lets me know that i am a perfect killing machine and that i would love to be one. i just havent gone that far.

 

i use that monster to get chicks and it works.

 

other than that, im just a common dork that wants to make money.

 

oh, and i dont think that i know how to truely love...i vision that my son or daughters birth will show me again.

 

nice skeleton secret

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i even made a new name for this one

i guess it's a skeleton since no one knows

- when i was 9 or 10 i was sexual abused and i think it might have went further but u know how ppl don't remember shit like that until they get older

- i've huffed paint, stole alcohol, snuck out the house at 3 or 4am

- i've met a guy off the internet in a day and let him perform oral sex on me

- i've jacked off two guys i met in a day in public

- i'm a chick that really likes porn

- i think of sucide often but i'm too wuss to commit it unless i huff me away -- then again i like life

but i'm not that fucked up am i?:o

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i DO like porn, and believe me, that is not at all a skeleton in the closet.

 

one secret i have...

i shot my dads shotgun in the house when i was about 7 and it blew a huge hole in our sofa. my older brother first gave me a dead leg, and then he helped me cover up the evidence. this of course has and will be kept a secret from my momma. she woulda kicked my ass and then probably kicked my dads ass for leaving the gun in the living room.

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I'm really a 40 year old lonely male....: (

 

MUHHAHAHAHAHHl;jkfjlsdakjf I had you suckers fooled!

 

Okay I lied...

 

- I had this freind who had a lot of my clothes10 or more shirts, couple dresses etc.. And she moved and never gave them back except one tanktop with a hole in it. And she's real forgetful and I had this polo sweater of hers. ANd I threw that shit away! She asked me about it a few times and I told her I don't know what she's talking about. Ok so I still got jipped..damn..

 

- I make fun of a LOT of people in my head. Even some of my friends. It sounds fucked up but I can't help it. I for some reason observe everything. And notice things they don't. And I'm like hahhaha stupid.

 

-I have some major ones but I'll leave those out. My little bro is on this board. little fucker. yeah you!! heart bean.

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me and one of my homies video taped us slapping our cocks on this drunk bitches face when she passed out at this party.

 

HAHAHAHAHA

 

oh God i hope that tape has been destroyed along with the drunk girl that shit her pants on there

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Originally posted by bgrloffishal

i even made a new name for this one

i guess it's a skeleton since no one knows

- when i was 9 or 10 i was sexual abused and i think it might have went further but u know how ppl don't remember shit like that until they get older

- i've huffed paint, stole alcohol, snuck out the house at 3 or 4am

- i've met a guy off the internet in a day and let him perform oral sex on me

- i've jacked off two guys i met in a day in public

- i'm a chick that really likes porn

- i think of sucide often but i'm too wuss to commit it unless i huff me away -- then again i like life

but i'm not that fucked up am i?:o

 

 

you can come to my house...youre not fucked up.

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skeletons are skinny

 

-i like coke

-i smoke too much weed

- i'm not all about the "girl power" and "support girl" movement. i'd rather hang out with the guys than hang out with girls.

-not only i make fun of people in my head, i say it to people too.

-i deal with death my own way. i dont go sobbing about it or pour liquor in the ground for homies. i dont even want to think about it. i just want to go about my daily day and try not to think about death. people thinks its rude that i dont cry when someone dies, but i dont think so. i just have my own way of taking it.

-everyone knows that i like porn.so it's not a skeleton at all, but i'll put it in anyways.

-i wouldnt think twice about stabbing someone and macing them if they were to try to fuck with me.

-i like to play with my boobs.

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Really interesting thread

 

Ok.. Here's one.

 

I almost killed my best friend, Paul.

He used to live here in Rome, and for one reason or another we ended up living only half anhour apart in the US of A. So we hung out alot... While living in that country I did alot of drugs...

 

He and a few other friends came over one night, like usual, Friday. I had some liquid K and he and another friend wanted to try it. We were already high on OC . He had a problem with needles, and wanted me to inject him since he had never done it before. He was a little freaked out and I was the only one he trusted..we'd known each other for 5 years. So, I did.

I think I gave him a little too much.. I dont remember. I stuck the needle between his shoulder and collar bone, supposedly the least painful place for IM's.

I guess he had an allergic reaction to K, his heart started beating so hard and so fast that i could litterly see it through his T shirt. He wouldnt move, and just kept asking what time it was. I was too stupid and too fucked up to do anything..i just put my hand over his heart and felt it beating so hard and started to get tears in my eyes. Then I passed out.

We both woke up alive, thank God. I still can't belive how fucking stupid I was.

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-I have a very hard time trusting girls.

 

-I can't cry over things others would because

I've used up my tears on really hard things.

 

-I have a very erratic temper. Sometimes I

can let the whole world slide, but if I do that

too much it's just a time bomb waiting for some

stupid person to light the fuse.

 

-I'm very jealous of my little sister because

my parents do and always did love her more.

I'm not just saying this out of jealousy, they

seriously treated her better.

 

-My dad was a whore and I am the only one

who knows the whole truth. His skeleton has

become my skeleton.

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Guest sneak

and a casual observation...it seems that there is a lot of shit going on in peoples lives here which has the potential to be a bitch and a half....

 

i salute you.

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i often feel like i'm better than those around me for whatever reasons.

 

sometimes, i hate everyone. everyone annoys me. they could be saying the nicest things in the world, and i'd want them to shut the fuck up. other times, i'll think about what they'd look like completely disemboweled; head split open, and all that shit. then i wonder if anyone would miss them. i even wonder how i'd kill them and if i'd torture them or not. what makes it worse, is that i'm a nice, considerate guy.

 

maybe i should've went the bgrloffishal route.

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-i deal with death my own way. i dont go sobbing about it or pour liquor in the ground for homies. i dont even want to think about it. i just want to go about my daily day and try not to think about death. people thinks its rude that i dont cry when someone dies, but i dont think so. i just have my own way of taking it.

You know what, I think that TV has really really fucked me up emotionally. I didn't really feel too sad after September 11th. I don't even think I understood the gravity of the whole thing. I wasuptown when it happened too. Watching it on tv somehow made it less real. I've been struggling with that one for a while now. I've been in situations where I could've died, but instead walked away...but I haven't seen anyone killed, or found a dead body. I was supposed to be there that morning for a job interview at a law office in tower one too...but I decided I couldn't skip class again. And my parents were supposed to work Flight 800, but got taken off.

 

weird.

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^^funny thing is....me too. i think i do understand how emotional it is, but i think i unconsciously choose not to go down that route. i dunno. i just think that i've accepted death?? i'm not sure how to describe it. i think i've accepted things when they happen. our friend died recently (like 3 days ago), and even though i didnt know him that well, i understood that he was gone. but i didnt show any emotion of it. people didnt understand that.

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i seriously contemplated killing all of my friends at one point or another.

 

i think i might be alittle into hitting and pain type stuff during sex. i kinda hope not though.

 

i am totally full of myself. and i dont know why.

 

i like the way i look when i have black eye liner on.

 

i could never have a 3 some because im scared.

 

im better at being depressed when im happy.

 

i lie alot. for no reason.

 

i get along better with lesbian girls than any one else. it sucks.. but i don't know why it sucks.

 

if i think of more, you will hear it here.

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Originally posted by Pilau Hands

You know what, I think that TV has really really fucked me up

 

i have seen people get shot and found dead bodies and shit. I have been kidnapped and have been shot at and have had guns stucki n my mouth and have done all types of crazy shit. After a while life just lost all reallity. Im trying to gain a small piece of anything normal back but i know that this is always gonna be a part of who i am.

 

 

I feel dead inside.

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i "----" a few people when i was fifteen in the great american spirit of "me or u"......although i never looked back or bothered to find out the final outcome...it weighs heavy......hahahaha....what ever....

but what really haunts me.....is that i dont trust more than half of the people i know/kick it with....and im not sure i ever will......mainly because of something that i did once to a once very good friend of mine..thankfully the friend never discovered this and never will...now that i dont speak to them......but knowing i am capable of such acts places a great fear in me that any and all can and have no problem doing such things to me.......

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my roomate had these beads that hung over the door in the hallway, like wooden hippie beads. i hated them. so when he went away for a month and our other roomate moved out, i threw them away and blamed it on our ex roomate. then i found out the beads were a present from his mom who had just died. i still cringe about that one on occasion.

 

IM NOT WITTY philly transplant.

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