Erizabeth Berr

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Internet trolls

I was looking back at some comments a girl posted on my stories back in like 8th grade. WOW. Just wow. Some of the things she said was kind of ridiculous. Don’t you guys just looooove haters? >_> my favorite part of her insults? “gud gramer” Seriously? I mean, come on…

“I pity you, I really do. I mean your a terrible writer and I don’t know how many ‘people’ say they like your AWFUL writing but frankly I don’t really care, Kay ‘Hun’? and just cause they hav gud gramer dont mean its a great storay. UM i think you really do care cause your insecure or otherwise you wouldn’t have responded ‘HUN’ -insignificant little me  

“I’m positive you wouldn’t have wanted my constructive criticism but since you insisted,here is my constructive criticism: Never write again. Got that ‘Hun’? You’ll need it later in life. -Petty troll”
“Yes, you are the insecure one, I didn’t realize it till i read your comments but you are because you let bad judgement get to you, real writers get horrible reviews all the time so learn to take a hit or your going to wither in the world of writing.And I’m glad you don’t go around trashing others, it’d be hypocritical of an author of your uh…….talent to trash authors that are actually GOOD.”

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Shortness of breath. That familiar old tight feeling in my chest. The pricking of tears. The throbbing pain of memories. How can I move forward…if I can never let go? How can I forget what I destroyed? How can I forgive myself?

Filed under too many memories sorry this is depressing

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Anonymous asked: the last person you follow tell me 10 things about him/her it can either be good or bad.. Last questions, do you want to be with him/her ? ~ another anonymously

What in the world…? The last person I added was a guy from another high school. I don’t know him well enough to answer the first part. And I don’t date, so no to the second part.

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Frustrated at people who used to talk to me all the time, and now can’t be bothered to reply at all. Do I all of a sudden not matter anymore? What happened to “You can trust me. I won’t stop caring like everyone else.”? Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.