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Was that sarcasm? I'm not good at reading people. Especially online.

Talk to me. Tell me everything and I swear, I promise, even if I do hurt, which isn't likely at this point in time, I won't tell you. I promise to listen now. Somehow I changed drastically over the last week and I get it.

God is love. Do you feel love? You have a family. You have marvelous friends. You have an amazing family, actually. You have HUBBLE. See God in these things. That's what it takes to realize that he's everywhere.

(yes, you did convert me after all...)

I think you need something like my A Capella period. We all blabber about the people we hate and it's BEAUTIFUL. Find someone to talk to and scream and yell and curse and cry to them and you'll feel better. It helps if you share a mutual hatred.

Stay strong. Stay beautiful. Don't give up. (goddammit i need to introduce you to marissa. my yoga instructor who is also a makeup artist and knows everything there is to know about beauty and light and love.)

Talk to me if you need to and if it scares you or you don't trust me, then find somebody else. Homework is not the end of the world, believe it or not. You and your health and your love for yourself are.

I'm probably going to delete my tumblr soon. I don't get it.

I'm sorry if the fact that I responded is offensive or causes much pain. Some things hurt just because. I call it fear; everyone has a different name.

Oh, yeah, and you are and will always be beautiful. I know how it feels to hate yourself and it's dangerous, to say the very least. But wounds heal. Find the things that make you happy and love them. Like Photoclub and the Doctor and... gosh, play Viva la Gloria til your fingers bleed. Find what makes you YOU and what makes you AMAZING and focus on it. K?

Drama free, being with some of my closest friends, it was just great. ^_^

I fucking love you. My dream?
In hushed darkness the crowd waits for us. My breath shaky with adrenaline even though we do it every night. "Protest Noise!" The crowd shouts, shaking the room to it's core. From my right my singer cries "NOISEMAKERS! LET'S MAKE SOME NOISE!" I strum my first chord, the speakers rattling the stadium. A light shines on us as we burst into song. My fingers are flying, my head is shaking, my foot is tapping, and I look out into the crowd. The shining eyes that I've looked up at the stage when I was a kid stare at me. I'm the god rather than Jake or Zack or Johnny. This time, they look to us. We preach songs to give them strength, to give them hope, to be their voice. To let them know that no matter how alone they feel, they're never alone. They have each other. Our army, our family pushing each other to get closer to the singer's godlike figure illuminated by a single light. The drums pound behind me. We rock, we roll, we live.
That, is my dream.
And it has to happen. So what are we waiting for?

I have not seen it... But I shall soon enough!

I've been great. Yesterday was perfect. Absolutely perfect. :)

I'm glad it entertained you hahaha

Whoopsies XD I wasn't paying attention. Sorry for the assumption *ma'am ;3

I firmly believe that that firm belief is right.

Thank you for the comment, by the way. :)

Hi, I miss you, too. How have you been, my dear Coreyrorey?

No problem, glad to have made your day sir :)

I just want a chance to be your friend again. I want a chance to make you happy and to be loved like I was last summer. I want to forget everything but I still want to keep my happy memories because I'm obviously nothing without them.

I hate this feeling, like you have a million bajillion 'favorite people' or 'people i love' and i would kill to be on that list but i can't even tell if i'm of any value to you anymore. once upon a time you wouldn't blow me off for anything and i was the one who would ALWAYS be there and now i feel like you don't trust me at all. like you're never going to tell me anything again. i need something to live for! last night, for just a minute, after swimming when i was playing sudoku and eating a gingerbread cookie, i actually felt good enough for myself for just a minute. now i don't. lovely. and you of course don't need me the way i need you. so i got nothing.

God fucking dammit, every time you act all angry I just want to meander over to your house and HUG YOU. But then when I do get a chance to hug you, you act like it's just a chore and it doesn't do anything at all. And then I feel like a useless leech. UGH

i didn't mean to make you hurt either.

you're right, that song is awesome, even if it's... honesty scares me.

Shit. I wrote Ponyboy as two words. *waits for the devil to strike me down*

I don't know you at all?!? I think you mean I can't read minds. You're right, I can't. I can guess, but my guesses are generally so twisted by my marred self-esteem that they're as inaccurate as they can be.

I seem to have it in my mind that you don't read my paragraphs because you never acknowledge the little snippets of goodness hiding amongst all the anger. And I never get to talk to you for real, which is probably a good thing since I'd go back and forth between screaming at you and squeezing the brains out of you while bawling. At least, right now, since I'm insanely depressed for no known reason.

I assume that you think I'm nasty and stupid and ugly and bitchy and horrible because that's how I feel, and I want you to tell me that I'm not (<--ALERT ALERT ALERT HONESTY ALERT) and you don't and NOBODY does and then I really believe it. And the mirrors are always there and my eyes mock me.

I want to feel good about myself. I know you do too. And I want you to feel good about yourself, but every time I try to help you I end up over-enthusiastically throwing myself into your arms and being an idiot. Plus, you keep saying you don't need help. But I want you to know that if everything is going really wrong, I will be here and I will lift you up when you need me to. I could write an entire essay on why you're the most beautiful person on the planet and I'm not afraid to.

That's what this is all about, right? Nothing else should really matter. You're beautiful. And you deserve to think so. We ALL deserve to be good enough.

stay gold, pony boy.
there is always hope.
keep running.

about the dirty-minded thing, corey, i have a pretty fucking dirty mind. and i hate myself because i know you think all the things running through my mind are nasty, even though you used to be just like me. so, of course, now i not only feel like a freak but i have to pretend to accept myself or else it's all just too much and i can't do it.

...listen to me and look at me like i'm worth more than shit

http://poem.mibba.com/274139/Sand

here, have a poem