Rev Psyko's blog: "life"

I'm sorry That I was raised with respect; not to sleep with you when you were drunk I'm sorry That my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised I'm sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy" I'm sorry That I am actually nice; not an asshole I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up,and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend I'm sorry That I don't understand that he cheats on you but you take him back; but I'm not good enough to understand that he loves you I'm sorry If I start not being there, and being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new asshole comes around I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along. I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care But most of all I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore I'm sorry That you can't accept me for who I am I'm sorry That you tell me how much better I am Yet I am not good enough for you I'm sorry that you are too jaded from past experience, to see the virtue that exists in those who stand before you. I'm sorry I'd rather kiss your cheek than your lips. I'm sorry I'd rather get your love than into your pants. I'm sorry I'm not the right one right now. I'm sorry I'm everything else but your bf. Ladies always bitch and bitch to their friends that there is never any good guys out there anymore, and they always end up with assholes who treat them bad. Well ladies next time your bitching, maybe look up to see who your bitching too, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word like usual, screaming in his head "why don't you give me a try?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you. If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, repost as "I'm sorry" and add a little if I forgot something If You're one of the few girls with enough balls to repost, and you would never make your guy feel this way, repost as "I appreciate you"

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first off I would just like to say when I finally do die don't grieve, I want yall mother fuckers to party like I was there cuz I don't want my death to be mourned but more of my life celebrated, ok here we go, at the age of 3 I was eating pizza and standing up on the chair and fell backwards and cracked my head open on the dishwasher, and I ran into a fuckin doorframe on my big wheel and got a big ass bump on my forehead, at the age of 5 I tried to outrace the sun, I flew head over heals and luckily all I did was scrape the fuck out of my knee, I still got the scar to show it, at the age of 7 is when I started get my bare ass beat with a leather belt, at the age of 9, 20 days b4 my 10th bday I was hit by a car, my head smashed off the passenger side mirror and I flew up and over the car, bit my tongue and stopped breathing, the friend who was with me didn't know what to do so she dragged me off to the side of the road, the ambulance had already been called, by the time I got to the hospital I only had a 5% chance of living and had sustained critical damage to the frontal lobe of my brain (that's the part that deals with emotions and shit like that) 6 weeks in comatose and when I finally came to I had no idea where I was and I had to relearn everything, and yes I do mean everything... when I was 11 I fell out 25 feet out of a tree due to a branch breaking as I reached for it and fell and almost broke my back and cracked my head open again (I had cracked my head open a total of 15 times in my life and have had over 200 stitches in my head) onward ho then... at the age of 12 I had spent over a year in the psych ward due to my moms imnsolence to be able to handle me (fuckin bipolar bitch you passed it on to me)... after the last one my dad took me into his custody and said fuck this shit and since then nothing really bad has happened to me cept the fact that I've been hit by a few more cars, beat the shit out of 5 ppl that jumped me at the same time, been in a shitload of fights, and had more girls break my heart than I can count, oh yeah and I've done some stupid shit but other than that it's all pretty cool now, I'm 21 and enraged at my girlfriends mom for beating her but I mentioned that in my previous blog