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The story of my depression
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28-11-2009, 06:11 PM
Post: #61
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RE: The story of my depression
its always fun! hehehehehe.. but im a violent person so kicking in the balls would have been funnier to me cause well its funny to watch a guys face when they go down..
.:the stars are my face....the wind is my body...i will always be with you:.
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28-11-2009, 09:19 PM
Post: #62
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RE: The story of my depression
well.... I wouldn't hurt someone for grabbing my {censored} but if I had to choose between biting and kicking I would.... do both
I am the light on the other side of Darkness
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29-11-2009, 12:19 AM
Post: #63
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RE: The story of my depression
Quote:its always fun! hehehehehe.. but im a violent person so kicking in the balls would have been funnier to me cause well its funny to watch a guys face when they go down.. Same here. I've done it to the same person twice (granted both times by accident) and it was hilarious both times even though he threatened to get me back if I did it again. It turned out ok. I watched what I did with my feet around him and we're still friends. you could feel it sometimes" "In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other." ~Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf] ![[Image: blowingakiss.gif]](http://img412.imageshack.us/i/blowingakiss.gif/)
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29-11-2009, 12:25 AM
Post: #64
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RE: The story of my depression
I agree with shado's theory. If some one grabbed my girlfriends butt i'd prefer her to hurt him rather than just be like {censored} off or do nothing.
And oh anger is an evil thing, i suppose looking back at my anger moments i cannot control my self, if some one knows how to push my buttons. lucky i dont get angry oftern... |
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29-11-2009, 05:40 AM
Post: #65
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RE: The story of my depression
i get angry quite easily and most people know to back off and to not push me further... i wouldnt let someone grab me and get away with..
.:the stars are my face....the wind is my body...i will always be with you:.
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30-11-2009, 05:58 PM
Post: #66
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RE: The story of my depression
No One gets away with touching me... just ask the person sitting next to me in class...
No matter what i do... even if i try to stitch myself together... not having you is tearing me apart... Like a rose thats withered... there is no longer life left in me... just sharp thorns that bring pain... and dried up stem of what once was... |
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26-12-2009, 03:28 PM
Post: #67
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RE: The story of my depression
well if u ever get sick of hurtin ppl i kno sumone who knows a 7ft maori hitman wif an AK47 wif dreadlocks down to his waist who can do it for you, whose name funnily enough is 'dread' lol
There Is No Beast, Without Cruelty
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28-12-2009, 07:36 PM
Post: #68
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RE: The story of my depression
 .... i never get tired of hurting people... a hitman would take the joy out of watching them after you have put them in pain.... <-- that sounded pretty evil ...
even if i try to stitch myself together... not having you is tearing me apart... Like a rose thats withered... there is no longer life left in me... just sharp thorns that bring pain... and dried up stem of what once was... |
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28-12-2009, 07:56 PM
Post: #69
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RE: The story of my depression
it did... but fun nevertheless
I am the light on the other side of Darkness
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28-12-2009, 08:03 PM
Post: #70
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RE: The story of my depression
Yep
No matter what i do... I compleatly agree
even if i try to stitch myself together... not having you is tearing me apart... Like a rose thats withered... there is no longer life left in me... just sharp thorns that bring pain... and dried up stem of what once was... |
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