Every time I drive by that house, my stomach rolls. I remember how much I trusted you, how much my friends trusted you. I remember how nobody believed me.
I remember begging my friends to leave me with you on Halloween, that I wasn't sober enough to walk home. You had been so nice to me, we got along so well. I remember you promising that you would make me tacos while I watched Archer and tried not to vomit up those last few shots of Skol.
I remember that you threw me a semi-cooked Hot Pocket. I remember telling you that me coming over at this time of night didn't mean that I wanted to have sex. I remember telling you that I didn't want to have sex. That I was too drunk to have sex. I remember blacking out.
I remember waking up to you taking off the condom, saying that you...
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I hope you one day remember you wrote this, and come back and read it. You know when you're married and have kids. I hope you come back and read this and have flashbacks of writing this. I hope you think of that teenage girl who thought sarcasm was her only defense, and that the best way to not get your heartbroken is to pretend that you don't have one. To the girl, who swore the best medicine is her best friend, who had big dreams. I hope we turned out great, I hope you have a husband who still loves you on your worse days, I hope you still have that best friend that stuck with you since you were 10 years old. But most of all I hope you make me, the 14 year old version of you proud of what we became.
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Dear Myself,
Our wanderlust hearts were so brave! Remember?! Always catching the first runaway train to nowhere! Sending postcards signed, "It's beautiful here..."
What happened then?! Things changed! So did time! And so did the people as well! But why did you have to change, my dear Myself?! Why did you stop loving like it's your last chance to get it right the first time?! Why did you give up on your hope, my dear Myself?!
That's the thing about hope; we hold onto it. It keeps us from giving up. Some nights, hope is the only thing that saves us. We hold out hope. And some days, hope only holds us hostage. But that's the thing about hope...
I hope you know that you're not broken. So what if your heart is missing a few of its pieces? You don't need them. Stop thinking you're...
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Coming into BBYO as an 8th grader, I genuinely had no idea what to expect. Some random girls had texted me countless times begging me to come to events and I finally gave in and went to a sleepover. I walked into some stranger's house and was immediately overwhelmed. All these pretty, older girls who seemed so close to one another stood in groups talking and I felt like the odd man out.
Now I look back at that night and laugh. Although I had a right to be intimidated, scared even, I met a close-knit group of girls who shaped me into becoming the person I am today. BBYO welcomed me into it's loving community with open arms and incessant text messages.
To all my friends who think BBYO is just an excuse to party and get drunk; BBYO is a drug and alcohol free organization and any teen...
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To My Depression,
The time has sadly, but gladly came. I can't say, I'm going to miss you, but I will remember you. You were always there for me, in the darkest of my days. You "helped" me throughout the last ten years. You were one of my closest best friends, you were, also, one of my worst enemies.
You scared me to death. You put unneeded worry in my mind. You made deals with anxiety, to see how long I can tolerate you both. You saw the tears, you heard the meltdowns. You watched me fall down several times, and made me pick myself up again, each and every time. Though each time I got back up, I grew stronger than before.
You tricked me, into thinking that I had no friends. You helped me ruin the prestigious relationships that I had going for me, back then. And you watched the...
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dear girls,
just stop. get over it all, especially she who should not be named. get over yourself and stop victimising yourself.
i would seriously love it if you girls would just drop it. sure we ruined 'nz kpop gc' or whatever that mess was called, most of us did NOT even like the place, well we liked it until 'she who should not be named' decided to unleash the Koreaboo inside of her. We only intended to notify her about how she was acting, not to bully or oppress her, the reason how it resulted the way it did is how she decided to react to it, she tried to make being Koreaboo an 'okay' thing when really it ain't.
Most of us K-pop fans haven't even been to Korea and probably never will. (sorry) They say the love Koreans, but they only love the pretty and hot idols, not the...
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I publicly call on the Guardian, Glen Greenwald, and Anonymous to expose murders orchestrated by the U.S. government thugs engaged in massive drug smuggling (Canada and elsewhere), and the Wall Street money laundering and how SEC jumps in to protect insiders and the elite from criminal investigations - just as Matt Taibbi claimed and whistle blower Bruce Gorcyca wrote about in his book manuscripts that were seized only days after he spoke with Al Chalem, an FBI informant who was executed while under FBI surveilance and wearing a recording device. Shocked? Don't be.
Read http://norealmystery.wordpress.com and http://wallstreetcrimes.wordpress.com After you take a deep breath please help persuade the hacks at Anonymous to open up this can of worms for all the world to see.
Because as...
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Hi Jerry (can I call you Jerry?),
College student here.
You’ve been taking a lot of heat recently and I’d like add a dose of sanity to this conversation if that’s alright with you.
In The Huffington Post’s College Blog, Anthony Berteaux wrote a letter to you whose primary achievement was to prove your point about students, albeit inadvertently.
But before I get to him, a story. Today I was sitting in the hallway of my school’s lab sciences building waiting for a professor and talking with a friend of mine, and your name came up. A complete stranger, maybe a year older than myself, walked past us and interjected with a theatrical attitude that could only have been carefully rehearsed for such an occasion. He said something to the effect of “Oh, are you guys talking about that...
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Dear flight attendant,
I’ve printed this letter that I’m handing to you because you are asking me to stop reading during take off or landing.
We all know that commercial flying is nowadays full of idiotic rules. The « potentially dangerous bottle of water that you have to throw in a trash can because it contains more than 100ml » is one. Asking me « to switch off all electronic devices » is another.
The good old mobile phone
Mobile phones try to stay connected with the closest antenna by adjusting its transmission power. As antennas get further, the phone increases its emitting power. If you put two hundreds phones in a small volume and quickly get away from any antenna, phones will all start to send full power signals at the same time.
Is it bad? There’s no proof that it...
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Dear Mr. Hawkins,
First, I want you to know that I think you’re one of the funniest guys I don’t know and I don’t know a lot of funny guys. I was excited to hear that you’ll be coming to my church for a comedy concert this weekend. It has always been a dream of mine to hear you sing “Chick-Fil-A” in person. Well, that’s not exactly true, but I am looking forward to it. For some reason, my husband is especially hoping you’ll sing “Things You Don’t Say to Your Wife“. I’m sure a great time will be had by all when you’re here.
However comma Mr. Hawkins comma all is not sunshine and Christmas puppies between you and me. You see, Sunday night at our church’s Christmas program, my family saw an advertisement about your upcoming show. Specifically, we saw this video:
Do you know Bing...
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