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They say I don't want a boyfriend; that I might be homosexual.
They're idiots, great gossips that need to find some friends.
What they don't know that I've liked plenty of boys before -- but, I've a heart to mend. Who is to say I don't like anyone? -- that it's not just denial?
I have liked many before...but I have bad taste. The world is a stupid place to live, but what can you do? The world is stupid and tainted with broken love; and every single man, down to the last rotten core, is an idiot who thinks it's all a joke.
Women are not their sex toys, but they think different -- think that we're not real, that we are the flowers and they the bees; once they finish fertilizing, they can leave the flower behind, abandoned and defiled. Women are not their sex toys, but do they listen?
Before the "fairer sex" was honored, before there was no divorce, and couples were always loyal and faithful. Where did all that go? -- today, we are equals of men, but now beliefs are gone -- today, we are viewed as flowers to throw away.
Those who think that way are idiots; we are flowers, flowers that wish for a bee that will someday come, swoop in and stay and love us...and never leave, never sneer, treat us like equals, not beings that could be defiled and discarded.
But bees are never like that.
They always leave.
And I know that -- and many women should know too. That is why I have no interest -- not anymore.
Now I like someone -- I think, maybe. Maybe. But I won't say it. Because, someday, I know that he will leave -- turn on me, like all the others, even if he is the kindest person on Earth, he will turn around...and the last I will see of him is his retreating back.
They're idiots, great gossips that need to find some friends.
What they don't know that I've liked plenty of boys before -- but, I've a heart to mend. Who is to say I don't like anyone? -- that it's not just denial?
I have liked many before...but I have bad taste. The world is a stupid place to live, but what can you do? The world is stupid and tainted with broken love; and every single man, down to the last rotten core, is an idiot who thinks it's all a joke.
Women are not their sex toys, but they think different -- think that we're not real, that we are the flowers and they the bees; once they finish fertilizing, they can leave the flower behind, abandoned and defiled. Women are not their sex toys, but do they listen?
Before the "fairer sex" was honored, before there was no divorce, and couples were always loyal and faithful. Where did all that go? -- today, we are equals of men, but now beliefs are gone -- today, we are viewed as flowers to throw away.
Those who think that way are idiots; we are flowers, flowers that wish for a bee that will someday come, swoop in and stay and love us...and never leave, never sneer, treat us like equals, not beings that could be defiled and discarded.
But bees are never like that.
They always leave.
And I know that -- and many women should know too. That is why I have no interest -- not anymore.
Now I like someone -- I think, maybe. Maybe. But I won't say it. Because, someday, I know that he will leave -- turn on me, like all the others, even if he is the kindest person on Earth, he will turn around...and the last I will see of him is his retreating back.
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Epic FAIL!
Lesson Learn
Amy: SONIC!
Sonic: Huh? Amy is that you?
Amy: OFCORSE ITS ME! (Mad at sonic)
Sonic: Please clam down Amy and tell me what wrong.
Amy: YOU LEFT US IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!
Sonic: Sorry about that Amy, but it was too dangerous going with me.
Amy: (clam down a little and gave a big sigh) I know that you wanted me and the others to be safe but you should let your friends help
Sonic: But….
Amy: NO BUTS! Your friends are here to help you and you should let them
Shadow: She right you know.
Sonic: I JUST CAN'T!
Others: Why not, we aren't helpless and we have beaten our fair share of enemies.
Sonic: I know that!
Oth
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A Dishonest Misunderstanding
"It's here, it's here!" I shouted excitedly, running back to the living room with my parcel clutched tightly in my hands to search frantically for a pair of scissors. My parents had promised me a smartphone for my birthday if I was good, after years of wanting one, and years of being the only kid without one, and I'd been as good as gold all year. Better than I'd ever been. My birthday had come and gone two weeks ago with nothing, but they'd promised it was in the mail, and sure enough here was a phone-sized parcel with my name on it!
Finding the scissors, I tore into the packaging with fervour and swiftly uncovered...a fisher-price smartpho
Literature
Distress
Prompt: Something that helps me get through rough spots when I’m stuck in my head is thinking that maybe if Loki were to show up and see someone who just looked like they were about to give up that he would stop, do something small without them noticing he was there, and then go about his merry way to take over the world as planned. It may be silly, but sometimes, I feel like he would do that, despite whatever plans he may have. Because deep inside he still has a heart.
Tears streamed down her face openly, and she didn’t bother to wipe them away. She sat at her desk, her expression blank other than the tears, her hands clutched a
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Drawn upon experience, again.
I haven't exactly suffered the worst of failed romance -- but my family doesn't have the best history with relationships. Honestly, there were many days when I had to see my grandparents fight, and...eh...a cousin's parents...she might not appreciate it if I mention her problems...and my parents...yeah, epic fail.
Not that all men are fucking idiots, of course. I'm sure there are some people out there...yeah...well...you get the point. I'm not interested, after some stuff happened (yeah, crushes) that pretty much left me real cynical. Like I said, I haven't seen the worst of it...it's just childhood crap. Idiots with no life come over and ask me about boyfriend crap (yeah, like they have any boyfriends or girlfriends, the pricks) and are like, You're an epic fail. No one's interested in you.
Dumbasses.
I've studied history, too. So many...like, whoa, relationships that are forever loving and crap...wow...
But this is an opinion of someone inexplicably bitter, this piece of prose. I don't think it's one of my better pieces of writing -- I think I'll dump it in the Scraps later.
I haven't exactly suffered the worst of failed romance -- but my family doesn't have the best history with relationships. Honestly, there were many days when I had to see my grandparents fight, and...eh...a cousin's parents...she might not appreciate it if I mention her problems...and my parents...yeah, epic fail.
Not that all men are fucking idiots, of course. I'm sure there are some people out there...yeah...well...you get the point. I'm not interested, after some stuff happened (yeah, crushes) that pretty much left me real cynical. Like I said, I haven't seen the worst of it...it's just childhood crap. Idiots with no life come over and ask me about boyfriend crap (yeah, like they have any boyfriends or girlfriends, the pricks) and are like, You're an epic fail. No one's interested in you.
Dumbasses.
I've studied history, too. So many...like, whoa, relationships that are forever loving and crap...wow...
But this is an opinion of someone inexplicably bitter, this piece of prose. I don't think it's one of my better pieces of writing -- I think I'll dump it in the Scraps later.
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Well I don't really have much to comment on as far as this piece of literature goes. It's not the worst I've read and it's not the best...I think It's above average though.
But about relationships in the past. Those ever loving, "fairer sex" relationships. The only reason they so called worked was because women were expected by society to do whatever the men wanted so the men had nothing to complain about and the women were also expected to remain silent so their complaints were never heard. Sure there's always those who actually make it work, and I think their numbers may still be more than those who get divorces or go through multiple partners, but the only reason the darker side of relationships is coming more to light now is because both sides are now equal and so we're getting women finally standing up to their men and that makes the men angry and we also get women speaking out about how bad their men are.
But in the end I think what I'm gonna try to stress to you is that you're still young. Don't be worried about failed romances in the past, the word juvenile is derived from the Latin word for "young" for a reason. Don't give up because of failed romance because the next boy might just be the MAN who waters the flower instead of the bee who uses it.
But about relationships in the past. Those ever loving, "fairer sex" relationships. The only reason they so called worked was because women were expected by society to do whatever the men wanted so the men had nothing to complain about and the women were also expected to remain silent so their complaints were never heard. Sure there's always those who actually make it work, and I think their numbers may still be more than those who get divorces or go through multiple partners, but the only reason the darker side of relationships is coming more to light now is because both sides are now equal and so we're getting women finally standing up to their men and that makes the men angry and we also get women speaking out about how bad their men are.
But in the end I think what I'm gonna try to stress to you is that you're still young. Don't be worried about failed romances in the past, the word juvenile is derived from the Latin word for "young" for a reason. Don't give up because of failed romance because the next boy might just be the MAN who waters the flower instead of the bee who uses it.