yzwiley, on 25 April 2012 - 09:06 PM, said:
No trees there. Not interested milk boy. Thank you for the invite though.
For many of you others, the drama you all are in is effin' rediculous. So, a guy went out andd did some trail work on his own. You should either thank him, or go take some time of your own (as Jerry did) and change it back to how you like it. What the fvck? Bunch of cryin' lazy asses not willing to provide a solution, but rather bitch and cry from your keyboards.
Sell you motos. You're not worthy.
Oh YZ, It's OK. No one could honestly expect you to practice sound judgement under the crushing weight of the lie you are living...
Every time the feelings creep in you lash out, you get angry. You just want to push them down inside, bury them, pretend they don't exist. And then, like Edgar Allen Poe's tell tale heart, slowly your feelings bubble to the surface and your secret starts to mock you from beyond the grave. Only the heartbeat pounding in your ears, the heart of your murdered love, is the heart in your chest.
Your pulse races, your palms sweat, you get flush and you start to panic. Is everyone looking at you? Do they all know? It's maddening, you can't take it anymore!!