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The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
"...a lake of ignorance"? The "ink" that tattooists use, remains in the lymphatic (immune) system for a lifetime. Is it ignorant to compromise your ability to fight infection for a tattoo?

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
I do not force anyone to have a tattoo. And if a person chooses personally to do something to their body which will only effect themselves negatively, then thatโ€™s not ignorant. Whatโ€™s ignorant is people taking actions which is killing our environment and not caring that itโ€™ll affect everyone else in the world. That is distinctly ignorant. I do not know who the ******* think you are to question me this way when you have no idea who I am. Ironically, itโ€™s incredibly ignorant. Thanks very much

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
If you are a tattoo artiste, then you are knowingly poisoning dumb people, which demeans your worth as a human being. You are a hypocrite & a fraud. Bow your bleached head in shame. Go, and sin no more.

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
Youโ€™re an absolute kook,
Wow.

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
I can't help you until you're ready to accept my help.

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
I donโ€™t want your help.
You really are psychotic.

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
Let's discuss your father. Shall we?

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
Whatโ€™s the matter with you?
Whyโ€™re you so hateful?

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
Does the F-word empower you? Your father disapproves of your vulgarity. Perhaps it's good that your genetic lineage ends with you. The world would suffer needlessly feeding your progeny.

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
Haha youโ€™re funny,
Honestly, Iโ€™m humoured.
I hope you have a lovely evening,
God bless x

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
You lost.

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
You're a foul-mouthed hypocrite.

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
I havenโ€™t lost anything, dear.
You clearly have some issues, Iโ€™m just not going to stoop to your level. Iโ€™m not foul mouthed, nor a hypocrite. i really hope you can overcome whatever your issues are, Iโ€™m sorry that youโ€™re burdened with them. I pray for you to find god and his peace.
Good evening, god bless x

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
You wrote this: "I do not know who the ******* think you are to question me this way when you have no idea who I am." ~ You're a mental ******...

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
Everyoneโ€™s entitled to feeling anger, Swearing isnโ€™t what makes someone foul mouthed, the meaning behind words that someone says is what is. I truly am sorry for whatever has happened in your life for you to see the world like this. I hope god can find you.

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
God bless

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
I want you and your father to come to an understanding.
Act as a lady, not like a drunken sailor on leave.
Stop swearing. Stop shacking up. Stop *******.

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
My father is dead sweetie.
You know not who I am.
I hope you can just find some peace.

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Showย ย Nov 2017
Your personal problems should remain personal. Stop
messaging me. I have no interest in fixing your wretched life.

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
Let me fix yours then

Eloiย ย Nov 2017
You clearly have some issues
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js moonrize Jan 2015
Oct. 25
Everything is different and I don't want to explain things.

Nov. 1
I crave the glittering, garish city lights, the loud raw music, the feeling of being completely and dangerously free.

Nov. 16
My heart hurts.

Nov. 17
I want to love you. I want to love you so much that I can't stop writing beautiful lyrical poems about the stars and my heart beat and your skin and I just want you to love me too.

Nov. 18
I think that if he knew me, really knew me, at all times of the day and night, he wouldn't love me.

Nov. 20
It's really funny how people can change.

Nov. 24
This is not paradise; this is hell.

Nov. 24 (later)
I'm materialistic and shallow, but frankly I don't give a ****.

Dec. 14
My heart is literally pounding so hard I can feel it moving up and down in my chest. I'm blushing.

Dec. 20
And the butterflies live on, perpetually fluttering around in little circles in the pit of my stomach.

Dec. 21
He says I'm like a daisy.

Jan. 1
I downed a bottle of sparkles and sang like a drunk man would and he told me he loved me.

Jan. 25
He's so sweet and I think I love him.

Feb. 8
Long, content sigh.

Feb. 14
I'm going to blurt it out all at once because I'm feeling giggly so he stopped at the side of the road and kissed me and I feel like I'm floating.

Feb. 22
I feel trapped.

Feb. 28
He's always on my mind. Always.

March 13
I broke up with him. I'm not upset, and I'm worried about that. I don't feel anything at all. Are feelings supposed to just walk away and disappear like that?

March 29
His voice is irritating. I'm not a damsel in distress.

April 2
I think young love is only a glittering, fleeting illusion. I'm not sad about it.
I found one of my old diaries I kept when I was fifteen years old, and here are the first couple lines of different entries. It's sentimental and funny and sad to me, but I also think it shows the emotional stages that teenagers fall in and out off sporadically. Or maybe just me because I was (still am...) an emotional wreck.

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