March 26, 2008 at 12:25 pm (Men)
Brain-power measured in inches?
Is the male brain measured in inches? And hidden in the pants for safe keeping?
You think you found a nice guy and one that is normal, but sooner or later it gets down to the inches.
Who cares if your “family jewels” are huge, if you act like an asswhole its not like you ever will get the chance to use them. Or is playing solo satisfying enough? I hope so for a lot of men, cause there is to many lost causes.
And 9 or 10 inches, so what its probably never been used. Just like your brains never been used. And good for you, your hung like a horse and have the mind of a donkey. Both located in your pants. Stop bothering me and get a job as a prostitute.
Learn to use your brain and respect females. We are more than sex toys and we like a guy with a working brain, not just “10 inches”. Who cares if your good in bed, if you bored your girl to death before you get there.
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March 26, 2008 at 10:00 am (Love, Relationship)
Tags: hurt, Love, Relationship
My heart is yours,
if you want it.
My life is yours,
to share.
My mind is mine,
but it loves you.
My loyalty is yours,
to trust.
My trust is yours,
to depend on.
My mind is mine,
but it loves you.
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I know you will never be mine, but that don’t change anything.
Or maybe one day…
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March 26, 2008 at 9:41 am (Friendship, Loneliness, Relationship, Trust)
Tags: friends, friendship. relationship
They say true friends don’t cost anything. They say true friends conquer everything. They say say true friends is for everyone to find.
Are there anyone left? Have all the True Friends been used up and disposed of?
You say you want to only want to be my friend, and you don’t want to hurt me or push me or make me do anything against my will.
So why are you trying to own me and rule me? You cant be my friend, if all you want is to change me and make me something I’m not.
If you want a friend – a true friend. You have to accept them as they are and respect the fact that they are different and unique.
But what do you do? You pick on me and try to change me to please you. And for you to get your will. And all to make you happy.
How can I be your friend? If the price is all mine, my happiness and my sanity? Friends don’t own each other, they respect each other. I might be lonely and sad, but don’t think I’m so desperate that I will let you own me.
If your my friend, you respect me.
If your my friend, you like me for who I am.
If your my friend, you don’t dictate me.
If your my friend, you don’t try to own me.
If your my friend, you don’t insult me and call me names.
If your my friend, you have patience with me.
That’s to much to ask? Maybe? But its the truth. I give you a second chance and you only hurt me again. I am always willing to believe that people can like me and maybe one day someone will, but what’s the price? What do friendship cost? Its not all that free…
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March 11, 2008 at 7:30 am (Loneliness, Love, Relationship, hurt)
Tags: Loneliness, lost, Love
Hug me. please. Hold me, save me.
I long for you to touch me and comfort me,
I cant wait to be safe on your arms.
I need you, to love me, care for me and hold me.
All I can think about is being close to you and safe.
But you dont want me or cant find me. Or even never bothered looking.
Please, I need you. I cant do this alone.
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March 5, 2008 at 5:56 am (Friendship, Harassment, Relationship, Trust, hurt)
Tags: Harassment, humiliation, hurt, Trust
Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but words
can never hurt me.
What idiot said that? A broken bone will heal.
But I don’t think my heart and my trust ever will.
But it is funny, just laugh it away. I can’t. Ok so I am weak and I am pathetic, but thats me. And you make fun of me like my weaknesses is a toy for you to play with.
Break my bones, and I’ll be back running soon. Break my heart and break my trust, and you know your beaten me forever.
Most be so much more fun to humiliate and ruin some ones life,
than just break a bone.
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