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Published: 2011-03-12 04:17:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 1716; Favourites: 81; Downloads: 16
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This Sugarbunny is the equivalent to an angsty teen. To win over this Sugarbunny's heart*, you must write the most emotional, deep statement ever. THIS MUST BE ORIGINAL. COPY CATS AND PLAGIARISTS WILL BE DISQUALIFIED. You may enter more than once, as long as you have faved.*By heart we mean black hole of nothing-ness.
Winner will be chosen at 100 faves.Rules: [link]
How to Adopt: [link]
About this species: [link]
Now friendly with her Nightling Melia and members of Melia's family, Aconite is still skeptical and pessimistic regarding strangers and given to melodramatic outbursts. Nevertheless, she is devoted and loyal in her own grumpy way.
Owner: *nikkicub
Name: Aconite
Gender: Female
M. Type: Emotional stitches, Zig-zags, SWIRLS~
Parents: N/A
Babies: TBA
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Comments: 89
Her eyes look AWESOME. X3 *snuggles her angstbunny*
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This has over 100 favorite now (105). I can hardly wait to see who the winner will be. Good luck everyone
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The most emotional deep statement must of course be a Haiku, all deep emotional statements are:
The sun does not shine
On the place that I live now
Sun's rays touch no earth
(Wrote it when I moved to the 'big' city when I was young and angsty. Had some others I don't remember which is probably for the best.)
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Your heart is frozen to the core,
Your mind is filled with so much gore.
You wish to end this horrible life,
But you can't do it without a knife.
You have a friend, and that us me.
To fill your life with so much glee.
So I will stay a friend and take away that knife,
I'm the only one keeping you alive.
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To Die is to live to live is to die and yet to some of thoughs who have no idea which is wich most just see them as the same and as only being oppisites so live or die is a choice to make and that choice in which to make is the choice to outcome your life
Hope you like my entry i totally thought up that whole entry on random
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You said forever,
You lied
You told me you loved me
That was a lie too
They told me you would leave
But i didnt litsen
I was In lové with you
And i thought you loved me too
You said forever
You said you loved me
Now look at me
I'm alone
Friends and family are near me
But I can't shake off the feeling of emptyness you left me
You said forever
Yousaid you loved me
Where are you now?
You left me here with a broken heart
What happend
What did I do
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I hope you don't mind I entered twice c:
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If you were there. My friend. Close to me. You could have stopped me. I might not have done it. But it would probably have been too late.
Do I regret it? Why, of course not! I wouldn't say it felt... Good, but it sure as hell didn't hurt. I never really gave a shit about my own feelings anymore.
All I could think about were anybody elses.
Hi, I'm Jamie and I... Am... I'm not really sure. But I am sure as hell not normal.
I guess it started a while ago. Since I was little, perhaps.
I have never believed anybody ever cared about my feelings. My pain. Suffering. Heartbreak.
Every Friday for any "normal" teenager included going home to a family member or friend and just having fun, ready for the weekend.
Not for me. I mean, it was in the beginning. Around dinner, the plans of how I would do it would whirl in my head. So many thoughts I couldn't consider eating. Swallow no more than two or three bites, then rushing up to my room.
I stared at my dresser. A sharp blade sat, the same place as always, and it gave me a small smile. I've had it for a while, it technically started as a pencil sharpener but made its way to a sharp blade.
Friday was "bath night" I ran the hot water and sat in like always. Holding the blade in my hand. Afraid of what I would do next. I pressed it to my skin and dragged it across my arm, cutting it slightly open, blood pouring into the bath, the water turning red.
Tears filled my eyes. Sure it hurt. But it was nothing compared to the fact that this Friday, my problems disappeared. I would be PERFECT. Finally PERFECT.
I continued to lie, I may have passed out after awhile...
-x-
I woke up in a hospital bed. My parents and siblings surrounded me. All crying.
My arms were covered in bandages that I were not supposed to remove. Nobody would talk and all I could hear were my family crying.
A nurse walked in and emotionlessly checked me. She didn't say anything and I was completely unsure what to expect.
Suddenly she began removing my bandages. FINALLY! I thought, I could finally know what everybody had been hiding for me.
The bandages were off.
I stared at my arm.
Was I dreaming?
Was this real?
On my arm was a word carved and beginning to fill with blood.
PERFECT.
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I'm never enough am I?!
I try and try and try...
But I feel like I can never please you.
You don't trust me.
Don't believe me.
Don't CARE?!
Whatever.. I don't care either.
It's not like this hasn't happened before..
EVERYBODY?!
Hating at once?
What am I supposed to do?
Supposed to say?
Supposed to feel?
It's never good enough.
Not for you.
Or for me.
Somebody out there...
Feels this way too...
Right?
Am I worth it?
How many people are always "really there?!"
Who are my real friends?
Why does everybody come to me?!
No... Of course I don't care.
I just wish I opened up that much.
Why am I just so trustworthy?
Am I trustworthy?
How much have I changed since last year?
Nobody should've trusted me LAST year.
What's different?
I DON'T GET IT.
UGH SHUT UP SHUT UP.
Don't you understand?
I want to punch you in the face.
...wait. What?!
Is this how people really feel?
About
Me?
Am
I
That
TERRIBLE?!
Awful person.
Cruel friend.
But...
It can't be like that.
"Think about this.
The person you are going to marry is walking the Earth at this very second.
That thought alone should give you hope to continue each and every day, knowing someone, somewhere is completely in love with you, even if you both don't know it yet."
Bullshit.
I can't be loved.
NOBODY CAN LOVE ME.
Bitchy.
Egotistical.
Hypocrite.
WHY WOULD SOMEBODY WANT ME?
Nobody would.
Leave.
Me.
Alone.
I'm
falling
apart.
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I feel like using one of my old poems, man they are EMOTIONAL> XD
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She was a girl so shattered and broken that it seemed as if each fragment of her being could drift away in a light breeze, leaving her more empty and hollow than before. Each of the shards was dagger-sharp, and pierced deep into her broken, twisted heart in a constant emotional agony. The smile that graced her pale, haunted face was painfully fake, the lines crooked like the slashes of an angry razor. Lies slipped from lips thin and terrified, more easily than blood rippled from the cuts that dotted her wrists and her hands. The girl couldn't remember when last she had laughed, but she knew that it was a good thing she hadn't. She hated the sound. Nobody would accept her for her sadness, and that was as it should be. The girl was best left alone.
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Well, wish me luck.
Life is Awful
It always is
I tried to face
It with my cheerful Personality
Yet, it was always faced with
Horrible Pain
My heart bled
For the longest time
I wished everyday
For Freedom
I never got it
I'm still the
Little Lost
Locked Bird
I always was
I wish for
Freedom everyday
Maybe one day,
These wings will heal and...
I'll fly away
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Entry 2:
I have stopped seeing.
I have stopped caring.
I have stopped being.
I have stopped daring.
I have stopped feeling.
I have stopped loving.
I have stopped reeling.
I have stopped living.
Entry 3:
My empty gaze
My broken heart
I don't wonder who I am.
I don't wonder what I'll be.
I care for nothing
I love nothing
I feel nothing
I am misunderstood
I am alienated
You don't care
You lie.
I want to stop living.
I want to stop being.
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I hate having to wait for people to fave this just to know who won.
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Well, those are the requirements. Spread the word and more faves will come!
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Okay I will see if I can have some people fave it.
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Can I write a short story as my statement? i have a great one on my other account ^^
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[link] download to raed ^^
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I live here at home my heart broken, like it's never been before. I realize life is short but why, why him? My true soul mate been murdered. By my best friend , I asked him why. pounding my fists at his chest but all he said was " I was protecting you from a broken heart". PROTECTING ME! PROTECTING ME! He was the one who killed the one I love how could that protect me from a broken heart. so I sit here with this knife at my throat. and one thought crossed my mind . I need help ...
oh my. I have never unleashed my inner angst lol. probably it's because I'd scare people to death. Thank gosh that paragraph isn't true
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The Knife that stabbed so strong inside
Cut through my flesh so deep,
it scratched my love and tore my soul
So as to make it weep.
The hateful, bleeding, open wound
within the darkened stain
will never fully heal inside
my heart of liquid pain
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Tears linger in my bloodshot eyes
an embodiment of my shame
I have yet to return my affection
to those who love me
who are blind, for they don't
see me for the monster that I am.
my heart is darkened
my mind is clouded
my soul full of remorse
I wait for the white dove
to clear the fog of hatred
to free me from my past
to release me from hell
to let the sun rays kiss me awake
and let me feel once more.
(It's a free verse poem...)
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I'm not sure if I'll get you or not but I'll try anyway my dear.
For lack of caring, I sit here. I have nothing left for me to bother to look up from the darkness that is life. Not pain nor pleasure can rouse me from where I lay. Whilst I listen to the sounds of emptiness as it slowly suffocates me, I cry silently, the tears burning my skin as the tear into my soul. If I fight the feelings, they only become stronger, if I ignore them, they attack. They pick and pick at the remains of me. The crows no longer even desire to feast upon my lifeless soul. I fall further and further into this never ending nightmare. I will soon no longer feel like myself but rather just an empty shell, going about a daily life. People pass me by, condescending and smug. They no not of what this is. Soon, I won't be able to recognize myself as even an existence. Soon I'll melt into oblivion, so why? Why do I still fight? Why do I struggle? Is there a light somewhere to save me? Or will this pit of despair be my grave? The blood streaming down from my broken heart tells me not. The pain from my beaten and bruised limbs telling me it's not true. The searing pain of living on tells me that I should give up. But why don't I? Why don't I stop fighting and fall easily? I fell as though I have no strength to put up any threat, but I still try. Is it because I'm human? I don't feel like a human, nor anything but a hollow existence. Even a beast has more being than me. However, I will still fight. No way I'll stop. I'm a human. I'm a fighter. I will live.
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I may feel like no one cares, I may be called nasty things because I am of a different race, I may have no guy to love me, I may have no grandparents to spoil me, and I may not have a dad to help me learn, but I have a mom. A mom that loves me. I'm also not afraid to admit that I love her too. I'm also not afraid to say, I still hope for that special boy. I am loved, I am special, I am a one-of-a-kind.
I remember saying something similar to this one day. It was to a dude who kept trying to put me down ._.
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[link] and [link] and [link] and [link] i know it's a lot but please read them
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blood as black as night.
black roses.
cut my arm in 7 places.
black roses goo running down my arm turning my pail skin dark.
silver mist of hopelessness swallows me up.
tears of black roses goo run down my face turning to a flower at my feet.
my black hole of a heart hurts as I sit alone.
a moon lit night holds nothing for me.
I cry those tears of black goo bleeding the black roses goo.
skin as white as milk now with black goo lines.
eyes as dark as a starless night.
fear is unknown but toxic love is known.
who knew my love for another could be toxic.
they are my poison that I drink willingly.
tears of goo blood of goo skin with goo lines where is my heart.
I have a black hole of a heart its a black as the goo that flows out of it.
I have nothing to say other then I am alone in the world of black goo.
I never felt so alive till the night I cut my arm in 21 places feeling the black goo run.
I with my toxic love the poison of life are seen as nothingness.
I have a block hole heart nothing survives there.
the goo staining my skin to forever be blackened.
fear as dark as the night creeps into the goo making it flow faster.
the black goo even ends up landing on my books and my food.
nothing but this toxic love and black goo matters any more.
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the love inside kill. its toxic it steals my soul. I cut my arm in 7 places. I stare at everyones blank faces. pools of red rose goo running down my arm. a drummers drum beats show the pounding of my poisoned heart. the sadness burns my bones and my tears of blood streak the floors dark color with roses. a tulip falls from my arm showing the flow of roses is done. no more sadness till I see the kid next door. love as toxic as poison to rats stings me every day. thanks to the kid next door. the dark flames scorching the ashes of old photos from this toxic love. this rose love. I never could show my poison that I loved them till the day I cut my self in 14 places on my arm. and cryed as the roses fell to the floor. my heart of ashes turning to nothingness as I bleed.
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Looking out the window you feel seperated fro the world, just a spectator. Then you realize, the window's open, all you have to do is gather the courage to climb through it.
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Love is when two hearts become one and people raise them selves up from hurt and show the good in the world.
Hate is when two hearts crunch and smash turning into dust when people fall and show the bad in the world.
Soul crunching heart smashing space that is what hurting one another is.
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The color red ceased to exist yesterday. You can still see it? You are just decieving yourself. It's gone. There is no point in color anymore, and so I have erased it. Red disappeared along with all the rest of them. Sucked into the black hole of nothingness and never to escape. Now. Please continue on with your colorless life. ^^
XD sorry if that was too emo.
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I love you, even when you don't love yourself~
______
I don't know why almost everyone else seems to think deep and emotional also means pessimistic xP
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no one listens at all. feeling left out considered as no one at all feel like your being cut open everyday and no one can see the blood that drips. lies is all you hear nothing else,sadness fills your heart with sorrow! theres nothing you can do but just sit there and let the demons and devils do their job to make you feel as if you have been split and shattered to pieces and the piece of you float away one by one never returning to you going away forever. they break you brake you untill you theres nothing left but your heart to eat and swallow.no one pities you no one at all. my tears fall down and all you can hear is cry of your heart calling out for help but no one seems to hear you or even take notice. i feel like that but i try my hardest to stay positive. i am a pessimistic person but i know i wont die today. and you wont. you have a great future ahead and you still have a chance.
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this life sucks this soul is nothingness I cut my self to feel the most joyest of pains but there is nothingness again after the pain is gone what is a heart anyways I think I was born with out one
_________________________
man I think I failed but oh well I tryed
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Recently...original has be come the normal. How do I become the different if every one is trying to be different? How can I stand out? Would hurting myself make people notice me? No...I don't know...yes? I'm so confused...Why do I have to be the smart one? Intelligence is a curse...
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I feel your pain, it seeps inside, the stiches fall into place. I hold my breath up on a cliff below an ocean seeping with life. I can't fight what I never had, I can't forgive if I haven't forgotten, and I won't give up as long as your heart is open. I'm under your wings they're spread to protect us. We hold our hearts open to the world, deeply forgotten and never forgave we refuse to surrender upon your grave. If I get hurt I'll fight for you, if you get hurt, I'll die for you, if you get killed I'll fight your wish, if you live and I never get to tell you that I'll surrender and die for you. My life will be meaningless as long as you aren't with me, so please forgive me I can't feel the pain I have.
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Life doesn't last forever, only your hatred. Love lasts forever, but only if you accept it.
OTL I'm not good at this.
I hope this pet with no heart gets an owner that has one to share :'D
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I am a teenage girl with few plans for the future, with zero hope for myself, with no confidence, with grades too low, with standards too high, and with a deep self hatred...but I am loved.
*Points up* It's true. And I tried. Be happy bunny!
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I stare at the scribbled mess of letters you gave me. My tears stain the paper, causing it to be even harder to read. I don't know what it says, if those letters say 'i love you' or if the say 'i'm leaving you' and I don't want to know. We've been drifting apart. I know it. Your eyes aren't the same as when we used to meet. Their dull, as if your being forced to be there. Every 'I love you too' doesn't seem true, but I want to believe it it. Was it something I said, something I did? I never meant to hurt you. I'm so sorry. I wish we could go back, but the way you looked when you left....
You handed me the paper without even making eye contact. So scribbled, so unlike you. Its marked through several times, and the drops cover up the few parts I could read. But to be honest, I don't want to know what it says. I don't want the hurt, I don't want the pain. I still love you, do you feel the same? I continue to study the paper, but I'm not trying to read it because deep down I know what it really says......
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Few understand how delicate the balance is. Your pain is unbearable; you've been used and abused. You don't understand why you must feel such anguish, and your confusion results in bloody wrists and a tear-stained face. You can't see the truth through your suffering: without sorrow, there can be no joy. Without hatred, there is no love. And without anguish, you could not feel the relief that happiness brings.
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A silent tear runs down his cheek, as fire burns behind him. "I have erased all that I was, now all thats left is to truly disappear" His words faded into nothingness as a crack echoed through the city streets and the darkened teen was reduced to ashes and naught but a pool of Crimson remained of his crime.
/SHOT/ Oh geze, I write dark, but I've never written like THAT before...it seems to off to me, something about it just doesn't flow properly, the words are all jumbled, and it just generally seems a mess...for a kid who can't write fluff, it seems theres something wrong with my attempt at emo writing as well~
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Hmm... *thinks angsty thoughts*
How about...
As I lean, blood cascading down my arms onto the bathroom floor, I couldn't help but wonder; am I good enough for you, now?
Also, friends are like potatos. If you eat them; they die.
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The woe of my soul is unknown. Voiceless text is the link to those I love, forever untouchable behind softly glowing screens as I sit in darkness, eternally awaiting emoticons instead of smiles.
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Orly? Well then you must be looking forward to GA. 
The dark Sugarbunny glances up at you with a look of understanding on its face. Having been in the same position, it reaches up to take your hand. Please post a wake up comment.
What is this?! The black hole of nothingness... it's slowly filling in!!! Pink fluffy heart of fluffiness.
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Wake up little Aconite!
A Sugar of the Night, Aconite is one of the Nightling Melia's partners in her dark hour patrols of the ranch. Though morose and easily irritated, she is slowly growing to appreciate what she has... if only in baby steps, and likely to always be a grumpy bun.
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