Just remember the old nursery rhyme:

 

You're not a whore

If we do it on the floor

 

True story.

 

 

Oh yaaa :awesome:

 

So MP is correct anyway :rolleyes3:

 

Yup :kiss:

 

SEE ABOVE :bomb:

 

What do you have against Nick's lack of sex?

I'm no whore :disappointed:

:)

Reilly wants some tail.

 

HAHAHA

 

There, you got the laugh, you put in the hard graft, not stop. making. JOKES :bomb:

What do you have against Nick's lack of sex?

Or lack thereof. :charming:

 

HAHAHA

 

There, you got the laugh, you put in the hard graft, not stop. making. JOKES :bomb:

Okay I will not stop making jokes. :)

:)

 

I know that would have made you react :laugh4:

 

Okay I will not stop making jokes. :)

 

You rebel horny kid.

What do you have against Nick's lack of sex?

 

It's just the jokes! :bomb: They don't. STOP :bomb:

 

...OOooh it's been a long day I s'pose :wreck:

 

:disappointed:

It's just the jokes! :bomb: They don't. STOP :bomb:

 

...OOooh it's been a long day I s'pose :wreck:

 

:disappointed:

 

Aww :hug:.

What time is it there?

You rebel horny kid.

rebel rebel without a cause

 

It's just the jokes! :bomb: They don't. STOP :bomb:

 

...OOooh it's been a long day I s'pose :wreck:

 

:disappointed:

That's not the only thing about me that's long and never stops. :wink3:

Aww :hug:.

What time is it there?

 

He's doing it again MP :disappointed: He thinks he's funny :sick:

 

It's 3:48am :wreck: I need to wake up in about 4/5 hours :awesome:

:)

That's not the only thing about me that's long and never stops. :wink3:

 

And you thought I was bad, Dee?

 

He's doing it again MP :disappointed: He thinks he's funny :sick:

 

It's 3:48am :wreck: I need to wake up in about 4/5 hours :awesome:

 

Awww shht, close your eyes, it's ok, he'll go away :hug:

 

 

Haha why aren't you in bed, then? :uhoh:

Nick doesn't discuss raping me when I'm trying to do school assignments.

I never discussed raping you while you were trying to do school assignments :wtf:

But I didn't say I was doing school assignments.

Then how was I supposed to know?

And I can't rape the willing, you see.

ahhhgggghghgh jkuy!! why

wont.

this.

thread.

dieeee??

its old!

Because people like you keep posting in it.

....this is my 1st post here... and i only posted because it keeps staying active anyways

Cobbie, the guy posted it a year ago, and I'm afraid to say, he's passed on to a better place... :disappointed:

 

Probably another forum.

 

Yeah somewhere where they can build him up with soft pillows and cuddly love.

Haha why aren't you in bed, then? :uhoh:

 

I went just before you posted that helpful comment. :awesome:

:blush: You read my mind, my dear :wacky:

:bomb:

Hi, my name is Gael and I felt really touched and saddened by your post, I just wanted to let you know that you are not alone.

I can relate to what you've been through in a way and are still going through now. I'm a girl and I am from Africa so our experiences are totally different but I was very depressed and lonely and also felt that noone could understand me because my sensibility and maturity make it difficult for me to socialize easily with most people, I am a poet painter and musician I just started playing the Harp a few months ago and it's been one of the most magical artistic experience of my life, I only took one lesson to know the instrument through a professional and now when I feel like playing, the melodies come by themselves like by magic and I can't but be aware that a "muse" is there or it wouldn't be possible because it seems that I hear them, the melodies, in my heart beforehand :)

But to return to your experience I also saw a psychiatrist a few years ago and I had to take drugs too but I stopped because it is just the worst thing you could do to yourself, MEMORY is so important to the health of your psyche and your heart in an existential spiritual sense.

I meditate a lot, Buddhist meditation, I have been doing so since 2003 on and off but now I do it very regularly and it is during a meditation that my heart told me to learn how to play the Harp and then I made some research and discovered that there is such a thing as "Harp Therapy" so it also fell in line with my will to cure my depression. I also pray and fast and have read many scriptures from various cultures. I understand that my case is different I am probably much older than you too I am 33 but I really hope I'll be able to comfort you and inspire you to take a different route than that of drugs.

You should try to return inside of your heart through meditation or art, you sound extremely sensitive and of course intelligent and I was wondering if you write poetry? Poetry is also very therapeutic to clear your emotions and get to know what your heart needs in order to be happy. I will give you the address of my blog in case you want to read some of my poetry

http://gaelsgarden.blogspot.com/

I also used to smoke herb, and tried a few drugs with friends here and there but I was never as addicted as you, the only thing I craved sometimes was weed but even that I would stop for long periods of time because I particularly enjoyed sharing it and not so much by myself, but I have stopped even that because now I get high on Art mainly, my own and others' and little things like beautiful weather and birds flying in the sky and such and I love tea and chocolate :) ... I am serious I think that that is what God intended for all of us with the concept of the Garden of Eden, real happiness is in simplicity, and there is so much happiness in all of us, you just need to return inside of your heart.

I also love Radiohead I admire them and always will, but I have at times felt that it was better for me not to listen to them too often because Thom Yorke's sensibility and insight are such that I felt a bit overwhelmed during my depression when I would listen to them. But now that I feel better I can understand their Music better and I am so grateful because it gave me lots of clues on how to exorcize my own demons.

 

So I really hope that you'll find a way out of this nightmare, believe me I've been there and maybe worse, in Africa women sometimes are like the property of their families and at least you had your family's respect I guess, in a way, or they left you in peace and gave you space, my family treated me like shit and they called me crazy and all sorts of names and they had me committed to nightmarish clinics where I was drugged during whole nights and put to sleep basically for so long that I couldn't remember, I was in Africa when I got "diagnosed" I now live in Montreal thank Heaven...

But I must stress out that I am a Rasta and in Africa we are hunted like witches during the middle ages and my family was trying to destroy me basically.

Anyway I am still growing my dreads and very happy today at 33 except that I don't have a job yet but I have dreams and my next dream is to move to New Zealand because I love the Sea so much, I grew up near it and miss it horribly and I figured that NZ would be perfect because it has mountains forests and amazing beaches.

I was born in Ivory Coast West Africa but the country in Africa where I grew up is called Senegal and the capital Dakar where I was is a peninsula, it was fun to be near the sea, but the one where I lived the nightmare is called Burkina Faso it is nearer to the Sahara desert and not seeing many trees also was horrible but it is a long story, in a nutshell I had lived in the US and Canada where I went to University beforehand and when I returned to Burkina in 2003 after completing a Master in International Relations in New York, before that I was in Montreal where I did a BA in Political Science and I basically was returning "Home" to do some Humanitarian work with kids...

I managed to have wonderful experiences of sharing my love with poor and sick kids there or orphans but the clinic part was so horrible it makes me laugh today it was so ridiculous but I survived and I must tell you that Coldplay's Music helped me a lot when I was there and also my Poetry and Art, I did a lot of abstract art there and it was great to "exteriorize" my negative emotions and see them on paper through form and color, I used pastels for that and then I got into mandalas after I meditated a lot.

 

Anyway, there is Poem I want you to read it is by my favorite Poet, W. B. Yeats.

 

The Stolen Child

 

Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;

There we've hid our faery vats,

Full of berrys

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand.

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

 

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

 

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

 

Away with us he's going,

The solemn-eyed -

He'll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal chest

For he comes the human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

 

 

 

I hope you enjoyed it and you'll come away inside of your heart too, that's what I did and his Poetry was also a great medicine when I was in "Hel"...

 

Have a wonderful day, ONE LOVE, God bless you and don't worry be HAPPY! :)

Teddy bear hugs.

 

Gael.