A blonde walked into a bar.
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Thread Topic: A blonde walked into a bar.
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Ouch.
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I killed the pretty.
Your thoughts are your family.
The knife has slipped.
Happy pills
So that means I would have to be put on happy pills for the rest of my life? I doubt those tiny little mental tricks of medicine would work. -
Call a hotline, then.
I want to be on happy pills, to finally be put in a illusion, in that certain high that everything is alright. It's only a distraction from your sadness, it feeds your thoughts things that are like arsenic to them. Those teeth, both widening and there eyes glistening with a false sense of assurance. They don't see you feeling better, they can see the money flowing in their bank accounts. They don't help you, they use methods to try and help you. They know they can't help you, you're f---ed. -
Blonde isn't a race xD Fail
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I was doing a cinemasins type of thing XD
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As I was saying..
It would be nice. But nice is just an illusion to get people to like you, to leech off of them later with no dignity. Nice is something you don't get, nor do you earn, it's something created by humans to think they're getting along. It's all fake. They don't care either way if you're mean or nice. Your problems are only a passing thought, as if you weren't there at all. -
"Are you okay"
No, I'll say I'm not because I already know you're just going to move on and talk about you all day. You all like to blabber your mouths when you feel sad and everybody comes running to your feet, to be kissed and caressed like how a parent would nurture a mindless baby. We're all babies when we get mentally inept, contemplating life and getting upset and depressed. We want attention, we want nurturing generosity.
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