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DeletedUser44426

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a pebble said:
Rejected, Girl is mean: The girl is a *filtered*.
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This actually happens to you guys? If a girl did that to me, and it has happened, I always embarrass them back. So whenever I get turned down rudely, I just turn it all back on them.
 

DeletedUser33530

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Well I don't have that problem but if a girl is mean like that I don't see why someone would like them
 

DeletedUser44547

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The only thing i can really say to this is tell the girl/ask her out. The answer to a question which is never asked is always no.
 

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10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
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So sad it should be made into a country song :( Actually kinda reminds me of this one ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24IfD-0VUu4
 

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plz-stop-post.jpg
 

DeletedUser

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yeh, put me down all day, but made me thankful all the same.
 

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Varun said:
Alright, seriously, please do not think me as a wannabe who just wants to get sympathies or love. I seriously am not. I just feel like opening and I do know that people here are good listeners and overall, good human beings as well.

Let me begin a little bit about myself. My name is Varun and I am from India. I am 17 and am currently completing my high school.

My family consists of my mom. I guess, that is the block no. 1 in my life.

You see, my dad is a severe alcoholic. He constantly beat and bruised my mum and me for 15 years. i.e. since my birth. So we threw him out of our lives and good riddance, as a matter of fact. But still that pain and that hurt still gnaws my psyche, battering it constantly.

I am considered to be a good student by my teacher which I owe entirely to my mum, of course. She was the one who induced my passion for English Literature. I want to be a Software Engineer specializing in PC Game Design (I love games!!)

I won't comment about my relationships with girls right now since nothing is solid as yet. But still, I can tell that I do like this girl at school. But haven't had the guts to tell her about it. Oh and btw, I have been liking her since 4 years. (Honest!)

Well, what else? I am generally a guy who gets angry a lot but am trying to keep calm these past few months. Most of this has to be due to past pain(s).

I am also writing this for those who have met or are meeting with the same conditions in your own life. Please do not lose hope and certainly not your will. Know that there is someone out there who listens, who cares.

Please do not judge me wrong for writing this. I really felt like opening up a little, honest :)
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I hate the way life throws things at you sometimes. I've just read all these posts on how peoples dads are complete a@#$s to them. My dad treated me and my two sisters like we were the greatest things to ever happen to him, even though one of my sisters technically wasn't his he accepted her without a second thought.. He believed woman should be placed up on a pedestal, taught me the same. People always say you don't know what you've go till its gone. I lost my dad at 9.

I spent my teens without my father, or a good male role model. Depression,anxiety... Anger were the only emotions I knew. My mum kept bringing home idiots, one night she brought home someone and he began beating her.. At 15 I put my first man in hospital. Every day since then has been a fight, suspensions from school. Being the odd kid that never bought anything for fathers day. At 17 I thought I found a good male role model, he was in the navy, had 2 kids, loved them, me and my tomboy sister would often go to their house. One night she broke down in tears and told me what he had done to her.. The anger returned.. The one man I had trusted in 8 years.. Betrayed the biggest lesson my father taught to me. Age 17, my first night in lock up. Attempted charging. For the next year, everything went from bad to worse. Until my now best mate pulled me out of the place I was in, gave me a second chance. I met the girl whom I intend to marry, accepts me and my past for what it is/was.

Life does get better, I still wish every day though that my dad were here.
As others have said, I'm not searching for sympathy, what good would that give me. But I like my life story for the fact I was in such a dark place, and yet was able to return. My work is now Youth Work, helping troubled teens in the same sort of situation I was in. My story helps me relate to how they feel. It makes me who I am :)
 

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My dad died when I was six or seven. Then my grandmother (and almost my grandpa) at 9 or 8. I can never get the ages and years right for some reason. My family just thinks I'm crazy and they're probably right :p
 

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Cheater of death said:
My dad died when I was six or seven. Then my grandmother (and almost my grandpa) at 9 or 8. I can never get the ages and years right for some reason. My family just thinks I'm crazy and they're probably right :p
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Probably definition:

1. (sentence modifier; not used with a negative or in a question) in all likelihood or probability: I'll probably see you tomorrow.
sentence substitute
2. I believe such a thing or situation may be the case


Please, re-think your post.
 
Varun

Varun

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Commander Cuddles said:
I hate the way life throws things at you sometimes. I've just read all these posts on how peoples dads are complete a@#$s to them. My dad treated me and my two sisters like we were the greatest things to ever happen to him, even though one of my sisters technically wasn't his he accepted her without a second thought.. He believed woman should be placed up on a pedestal, taught me the same. People always say you don't know what you've go till its gone. I lost my dad at 9.

I spent my teens without my father, or a good male role model. Depression,anxiety... Anger were the only emotions I knew. My mum kept bringing home idiots, one night she brought home someone and he began beating her.. At 15 I put my first man in hospital. Every day since then has been a fight, suspensions from school. Being the odd kid that never bought anything for fathers day. At 17 I thought I found a good male role model, he was in the navy, had 2 kids, loved them, me and my tomboy sister would often go to their house. One night she broke down in tears and told me what he had done to her.. The anger returned.. The one man I had trusted in 8 years.. Betrayed the biggest lesson my father taught to me. Age 17, my first night in lock up. Attempted charging. For the next year, everything went from bad to worse. Until my now best mate pulled me out of the place I was in, gave me a second chance. I met the girl whom I intend to marry, accepts me and my past for what it is/was.

Life does get better, I still wish every day though that my dad were here.
As others have said, I'm not searching for sympathy, what good would that give me. But I like my life story for the fact I was in such a dark place, and yet was able to return. My work is now Youth Work, helping troubled teens in the same sort of situation I was in. My story helps me relate to how they feel. It makes me who I am :)
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Thank you for sharing this story. I should say, your life is worse than mine.

But my problem is not that. These..... events of my life have left me with no self-confidence. I know that I am something but I am unable to accept it and consider myself to be the worst. Does anyone have a solution for that?
 
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