Who's telling the truth,
And who's not?
Can ANYONE tell anymore?
Who's just wallowing in the moment,
And who really wants to die?
Who's lost track of time,
And who really knows ho long it's been?
I'm talking to ALL of you,
Yeah, all of you.
And all I'm wondering is:
Why?
A couple of you are depressed,
And angry,
And one of us even cried during school,
So what does this mean?
I have a few questions to ask;
If it's true that your smiles haven't been genuine for a while, then all those smiles you shared with me, were those fake too?
If you (different person) are feeling pain, then is you happiness at Capriccio fake?
FAKE, FAKE, FAKE
That's all I ever hear these days.
But if you guys say it's fake,
Then has my life been a phony too?
Is it worth continuing?
Author notes
I am sick and tired of going through this. I wish it was sixth grade again...I miss my old life.
PLEASE leave a comment.....or else.......
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Life is an experience that thankfully we only have to live once but you always need to learn by what you live thanks for sharing
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You know, I've never ever been one to think of killing myself partly because I believe I'd go to hell and eternal damnation just doesn't sit well with me. Maybe that's just me. But two. How long has it been? I'm not sure, I've truely lost track of the days where I wasn't weary or in some small dark place depressed. I don't want sixth grade because that was just as bad as this. My feelings are never fake, unless I try to reassure someone I'm fine. I don't like it when people worry about me. It seems to distract them from their own lives. I don't cry anymore, I guess I'm just mostly angry or depressed. I'm not lost, I know exactly who I am, who I want to be, where I want to go and if I have to be brutally honest to get there so be it.
So please don't get mad at me when I say this:
Every one's too wrapped up in their own personal problems, they're suffocating in their depression. They need to unwravel what's blocking their sight long enough to see there are other hurt people in the world and in our small group feeling just like themselves. We all need to take a little more notice and look behind the plastic smile. I guess I'm beginning to understand Melinda Sorbino a little better. For those who don't know who she is. Read Speak. -
Just *bunny* off and Leave ME IN PEACE
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Its pretty good,
I think I'm like the same age as
you tho. So to me its good.
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Alright, I'm doing something stupid, (as usual) and I am going to post all of my honest, genuine, answers here for everyone to see. (See, stupid
) I'm just sort of trusting you to believe me here.
Who's telling the truth, and who's not?
I'm not sure what you're talking about specifically, but I try not to lie, but I do lie about some things: ie "How are you". But I try not to lie about big things. (ie personal stuff I'm not going to post here)
Can ANYONE tell anymore?
Probably not. But that's why you posted this, right?
Who's just wallowing in the moment, and who really wants to die?
If this refers to me, I've never thought suicidal. Ever. EVER. (note the comment in the author notes.)
Who's lost track of time, and who really knows how long it's been?
Typo, forgot the w on how.
Anyway. I lose track of time really easily. Really realy really easily. I keep a few dates in my mind, and the rest basically escapes me.
Why?
Well that one's a little more confusing...but I'm pretty sure you have the basic idea.
So what does this mean?
It means we all have problems, (everybody does) and a lot of us get emotional about them, and some of us have a hard time hiding pain. We're in 7th grade, this stuff will happen until...I have no idea when.
If it's true that your smiles haven't been genuine for a while, then all those smiles you shared with me, were those fake too?
I don't believe this applies to me, but I don't ever fake smiles. Only for pictures, or if I'm sort of twitch smiling, or if I'm talking about the m-l-p word.
If you (different person) are feeling pain, then is you happiness at Capriccio fake?
Let me get some things straight here. I am abosulutely horrible at faking happiness. HORRIBLE. I wallow in my depression (when I feel depressed) but I can't fake happiness, and I usually don't even try. I have a really great time at Capriccio, and so I act happy. Cuz I am.
But if you guys say it's fake,
Then has my life been a phony too?
It's all real, one way or another. You just have to live in the moment and ask the right questions at the right times.
Is it worth continuing?
...Kathryn...*dangerous glance*
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I hope this inspires other responses to these questions, because they're questions that I'm sure a lot of people are wondering about.
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