normal sözlük haykırma köşesi

çok yoruldum be.

hic bana seni seviyorum demiyorsun. artik benden de duyamiycaksin. of seni seviyorum

sizle yaşamayı öğrenemediğimden, kafamı hissetmiyorum.

k a f a m ı
h i s s e t m i y o r u m!

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dön!

sen kimsin yaaaaaaaaa. gerizekalı. öküz. sen kendini ne zannediyorsun da bana böyle emir verir gibi böyle lütfeder gibi konuşuyorsun. göt. ben senin hayrına mı kaldım. ben senin beni arabayla işe bırakıp işten almana mı kaldım. neymiş sekize on kala hazır olursam bırakırmış. olmuyorum laaaaağn. olmam. altına araba verdiler iş değiştirdin sınıf atladın diye götün mü kalktı gerizekalı. benim sabrımın sınırını zorlama istersen. akıllı ol.

işsiz,parasız,mutsuzum. işin kötüsü bu hayatta hiç mutlu olmamıştım zaten.

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benden bir ruhsuz yaratmayı nasıl başardınız?! (bkz: yavuz çetin - yaşamak istemem)

herkesten nefret ediyorum ama onlar olmayınca da canım sıkılıyor.

sözlük kadın/erkeklerine uyarımdır. buradaki her kişiye ayri bir dikkat ediniz. sonra yok beni kandırdı duygularimla oynadi diye aglamaya bana gelenler oluyor. olmaz. sabri abi'nizin kuşunu düsünmeyin sonra gelin ağlayın. burası kurtlar sofrası. sana yaniyom bitiyom diyen kadin/erkek ayri olaraktan 5 kisiye daha aynisini diyordur.sonra dedikodular gelmesin bana.

not: buradaki kadin ve erkekler güvenilmezdir. sabri abi'nizden selamlar.

not:bana da güvenmeyin.

benim gibi birini nasıl duygusuz yapabildiğiniz?

artık yazma yeter diye haykırasım var ama kırıcı olmamak için geç ve kısa cevaplar veriyorum. yine de yazıyor, ne zaman bitecek bu zulüm bu işkence.

caps lock açmamıza izin verilmesi gereken köşe. zira ünlemler haykırmak için yeterli olmayabilir.

tam olarak böyle bağırmak istiyorum.

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evet diyeceklerim bitti.

canım sıkılıyoooooooooooooooor

hâlâ bakirim.
romantik açıdan hâlâ bakirim.

nerdesin sevgilim gel gel gel
gözlüyorum yolunu
nerdesin sevgilim gel gel gel
özlüyorum kokunu

yok sadece bengü dinliyorum. yine onsuz bu akşam. uyku girmez gözüme.

abe susun lan haykırıp gideceğim.
insanlar olarak hepimiz ya aptalız ya normal değiliz sözlük.
bilemiyorum sözlük!
hepimiz depresif tırrrekleriz ama birbirimize dünyayı dar ediyoruz.
ne bileyim işte hepimiz sıkıntılı olmalıyız.
o yüzden bunlar böyle oluyor.

onu üzdüğümü düşünen biri var veya başka bir şey bilmiyorum ama bana küstüğü kesin.
haklısın ben olsam bende kendime küserdim.
bunu hep yapıyorum zaten sorun değil bu.

ama ben gururlu bir tırrek olarak özür dileyemiyorum.
of.

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bitti.