

Lie to Me AgainHe's gotten good at lying to me; Better and better he gets every day. I've gotten good at lying back to him, too, And playing the sort of games he plays. Lying and saying we love one another In times of stress and dismay, Lying and saying we're sorry for what we did, When we're not sorry ofr the games we play.Lie to Me Again
Lie to me more, lie to me again. Tell me I talk about her behind your back. Tell me again you don't talk about me. This can't be what love is supposed to be like.
He's gotten good at turning them against me, Turning them against me while saying t


Do the DenyI can't stand it when I see you crying Because it makes me feel like crying with you. All this misery, all this doom and gloom,Do the Deny
This world is sucking me up like a vacuum It's time, I guess, to do the deny. (Do the deny)
(CHORUS: You move those seventeen muscles up into a smile Laugh the most honest dishonest laugh you can summon And then you push someone away and tell them to cry in a corner. Why must people deny the rain over their heads to get through the day? Because of them, I'll laugh into the grave....I'll do the deny.)
I'll hum Disney music as I run to my


Looking Back at the SnowWhat kinds of foolish things do you believe What kinds of things do you believeLooking Back at the Snow
Even when you cannot see There's misfortune ahead of you, Yet there's something before you: Those people, that person so many love because they cannot love themselves.
She looked so different from me, it's that that I resent. For I don't look like her, and so must I repent That I'm bad and that I'm so undeserving for such a silver spoon In my mouth, yet in hers there's just no room left now.
(CHORUS: I look back in the snow At the road, our melting footprints through the cold &n
Devious Comments
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I just saw you in my recent visitor's list and sdasfdsadfads <3333 oh nostalgia D:
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My light, my strength
And I want to thank you
Now for all the w a y s
You were right there for m e
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Dook....
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Doing an IT course come September Mich, beats the nips outta getting a job.
You ok?
Ian with_the_Rude_Beard_and_the_short_hair.
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Been feeling especially misanthropic since, constantly criticizing people and constantly thinking about the sort of people like his "friends" -- the ones I call "Hitlerettes" -- and why the fsck they're like that. I mean, it really seems like a lot of people think that they can be as much of an ass on the internet as they feel like being, and of course Mr. Ex pretty much lives on the internet and chats mostly with assholes, along with the fact that he has severe anger issues and shows signs of NPD (narcissistic personality disorder), so it's highly unlikely that there's ever a time he's not like that nowadays.
I also really don't like the fact that many people nowadays seem to equate anyone venting negative emotions as automatically "emo." I'm not emo, I don't listen to or even like emo music, I don't dress emo-ly, I don't use names like XObleeding_heart-ferretOX or anything like that, and who the hell is going to call someone who types using words like "ta" ("to," exaggerated-Midwestern-accent-ized) , adds random "s"'s onto the ends of words (see the Artist's Comments of any of my deviations from late 2006 - mid-2007 for examplehses), and uses words like "emo-ly" and refers to herself and her chars using phonetizations of silly pronunciations like "Meesh" and "Dookiers" emo? And I use capital letters, too, and correct/semi-correct-taking-liberties-for-fun English grammar! I personally also resent the genre of emo and its devoted fans because they make any sort of sadness/venting expressed from anyone make said anyone (if "said anyone" is a preteen or a [especially young] teenager) look like a member of their subculture and be automatically labelled as some sort of whiny rich kid whose puppy just died, when I was in fact telling my ex about how arguments with him have caused me to fear seeking out other boys until I can trust them fully even for any emotional openness at all. I mean, so what? I see it as friggin' better than surrounding myself with boys on Furcadia the way my ex always surrounded himself with girls, and I wanted him to know that it always made me sick how he surrounded himself with girls and told them everything about me and what he thinks they should think of me mostly based on lies and an old perverted phase that we both had last year.
Ever since last August and September, I had been longing to repair our friendship, longing for everything to be back to how it once was before all the wolf shit began (He's allowed to insult me, so I should be allowed to insult him back), striving for an ideal I know doesn't exist but acting entirely off of impulsions. He doesn't like anything of depth and I think that that is the reason why he seeks out people like Cheated and Niwa and Greenpaw and is even friends with them, and the reason why he nostalgizes for old "System fights" and Nick.com Reunion (really old writing of mine) before I actually tried to write plots). He was not a friend to me in the past couple years or so, I discovered recently, but merely an obsession, an addiction, I had. (Of course, criticizing him online leads to him threatening to sue me, and to ban me, and arrest me, and all this other fantasy-land shit, so he probably thinks that by this point I should just shut up and let him tell you what him and his cyberbully friends think people should think of me.) I was a Neuty-holic, and I do believe that I will always be, because they say that alcoholics and drug addicts and chocoholics and all sorts of other -holics will always be those sorts of -holics/addicts. In fact, at this point, I even resent our friendship ever happening at all, and such resent is not "emo," nor should it ever be considered "emo" because of the stigma attached to such a word and anything having to do with such a word.
And no, I don't want to kill myself because of that little conversation at Lunar Homes. This is probably because they hadn't yet sucked out all my self-worth in order for me to actually become suicidal. Actually, this past year at school, I made a lot of friends that were the complete opposite of my ex and his friends, (Y'know, the types of friends who made the scandalous mistake of not constantly mocking each other and putting each other down for the sake of lolz and smiles at the other's expense, as opposed to verbally bullying everyone they meet?) who I thought back to soon after the fight, who would scorn people like my ex and his friends and not want anything to do with them and their meaningless bullshit. Before all my new friends came along (yes, I know that sounds corny), I thought of cyberbullying as something reasonable, realistic people did and do, simply because of their air of reason and their constant "humorous" critiques (aka mockery) of people they don't even know. Yeah, you (ex) certainly had that air of reasonability and realisticness after conditioning me so long to believe that you had it. *shakes head* It was so stupid, so stupid, and I wish for you to figure out someday just how stupid it was.
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We can talk Palps n that.
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Vous avez ne ideé pas... mais j'ai une ideé.
^_^.
Was it all ranty when it existed, sugarcoated, or what? It sounds like it was another parent-gone-mad Youtube page, if you know what I mean. Or a funbie.
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http://youtube.com/user/TheAspergersLie
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Vous avez ne ideé pas... mais j'ai une ideé.
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LETS GO RED WINGS !!(and st.louis...GO MANNY!)
Oh so you are still alive then?
And you're about as Pinko as I am, Mich.
"Oh Ian you're totally the kewlest Businessman in the western hemisphere, faun faun, fangirl fangirl."
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My friends call me chuckles.
And I'm sure we all know by now what a big pretentious pinko furry immature dweeby worm I am.
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The 24 millionth pageview.
Of 07th Expansion's website.
Now I feel like an otaku for visiting that site several times a day.
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OMG IZ DAT A HOBO!!!???
~TREAs-Harem ---> VISIT THE HAREM OF THE SEXYEST OC ALIVE!!!!
I am HISAGI in DA's bleach RP crew!!! [link] FEAR MEH!! OLE!!!
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*begins to sing...*
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