Rant
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Why do I feel this need?
What good is it for me to want love from everyone?
Is there a purpose, a rhyme, a reason?
It doesn’t make sense that I should fall
In love with every person I start to grow close to.
Is there some internal need that went unfulfilled?
Some need to feel unconditional love from someone?
I know my mother loved me… I know this as well as she knows me
My father tries… but I inadvertently end up pushing him away…
I end up ‘forgetting’ his birthday and father’s day…
I never had to remember them when I was younger,
So I never learned them.
Why can’t I let him love me… I get depressed when he doesn’t show up to support me
But do I return the favor?
Do I show him how much I care by being there… sure I can say I want to be there
But then I’m no different from him… actions speak louder than words, we’re both just mimes screaming ‘I really don’t care!’
But even that isn’t really the reason
I feel as though I have to make everyone my friend
Certainly I’m not alone in this world
I have friends, good or bad, few or many
It doesn’t even matter, other than I have them
It’s a comfort to be able to say,
‘I can call this person and they’ll tell me exactly what I expect them to say,
exactly what I want them to say, because I need to hear their words, their thoughts, because even though they are already engrained in me,
I still need them to remind me of what I really should do
But why then do I need to be dating someone… anyone?
I feel empty if I’m not dating, but how do I date if I’m not happy
No one wants to hear the rants of a depressed, angsty teenager
It’s too cliché, too overdone, to ‘I’m clinging to the recent fad’
It’s as though I’m alone in a world that is just swirling the drain
I’m left to fight the current in order to survive,
Alone I can’t move an inch against the changing winds, the ever increasing rapids
The turbulence is too much for me to handle alone, but no one offers a hand
So I sink to the bottom, staring up at the light while engulfed in the darkness
Seeing the hope of others around me, whilst dwelling on my own failures to be independent
Isn’t that what college is for, to learn independence? Then why do we instantly find ppl and cling to them for dear life?
Why do we feel we need a connection deeper than friendship with people?
It serves no good; indeed it usually makes things worse, so why let it happen?
If life and love are going to just kick you in the balls when you get happy, why bother getting happy?
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Al tempio, incisa nella pietra, c'è una poesia intitolata "la mancanza"
Ci sono 3 parole, ma il poeta le ha cancellate.
Non si può leggere la mancanza, solo avvertirla.
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Stay happy, stay healthy and love life
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
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I'm trapped in this world, lonely and fading. All broke and waiting for you to come. We are stuck in this world, that's not meant for me, for me.
Appreciate That.
Keep up the cool Drawings
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The road is always paved with good intentions, but the final stop is not always the best destination.
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K-B0T
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Let it flow.
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The road is always paved with good intentions, but the final stop is not always the best destination.
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