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|01| Opposite [theme]

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By LyingNaked Send DollMail
Created: 2012-02-29 05:20:41 All stories by LyingNaked
- I don't own the lyrics. I own the writing, though. I decided to write the Weekend's Theme. I haven't written and I need to write again. I was just going over my TDP Diaries [I have two... good ol' TDP for having a diary section]. I was such a... depressing youth. I had such a bad attitute. And before you ask, YES. This piece is about me - and an ex-girlfriend of mine. -

EDIT: My beautiful doll, which you see to the left, was made on Shannon's dollmaker. The girls one, obviously. I should probably have gone to the males for clothing - I rarely wear girls stuff, and I've only worn heels TWICE in my life [to my Leavers' Dinners, in high school and primary]. But, oh well. She's pretty. And my hair is kind of like that. It's black, anyway. I did some recolouring [so I basically took Shannon's parts that I wanted and edited it all in paint, even constructing the doll]. Boys + Forks.

Girls' Maker;

http://websdotwebsdotwebsdot.webs.com/girlsdollmaker.htm

Guys' Maker;

http://websdotwebsdotwebsdot.webs.com/guysdollmaker.htm

Shannon! Did you know that [I can't, anyway] you can't use your mouse to scroll down on the dollmakers? I have to use the little arrows. I don't mind, but I thought you may like to know...

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“ ‘See I’m circling in these patterns,

Living out of memories.

I’m still a long way from accepting it,

That there’s just no you and me.’ ”

Delta – Can’t Break it to My Heart.

Opposite, noun: a person of thing that is totally different from, or the reverse of, someone or something else.

We were never meant to be, like Romeo and Juliet. By all rights, we should never have even met, considering how different we were. How wrong for one another. If my Introduction into Sociology and Psychology teacher was right, we had never belonged in the same friendship group, let alone as possible partners. She looked nothing like me, nor did she like much of the things I liked. Heck, I was a vegetarian and she was obsessed with hot-dogs.

When it came to the social ladder, she was at the top of the food chain. While she wasn’t exactly popular among people her own age (she was far too immature for them, it seemed), people my age flocked to her like seagulls to a dropped chip. It was depressingly sad, in all truths, how effortlessly she could have had any one of them – but she chose me. Me, of all people. I was the darkest of nights compared to her. The sun seemed to radiated from her, just like people were attracted to her.

I don’t even remember how we met, or even why I bothered with her. It just happened. From then on, it was like we’d never not known each other. It was like she’d known me from the moment I was born (she was, after all, two years older than I). All I really remember about meeting her was the fact that a friend of mine, who was really not a friend at all considering how often she’d backstabbed me, sent me a text while I was playing some XBOX game. I don’t remember which one, now, so it’s probably unimportant (though I think it was Saints Row II, which could be taken as a warning sign). Basically, she wanted my number, and after last time, my not-so-friend-friend asked me first.

We were text-inseparable from then on. But she and I were nothing alike. She was warm, while I was constantly cold. She actually ate, and although she was skin and bone, she was healthy. She walked a lot, even ran. Me, I starved myself, I cut myself, I didn’t exercise and I could feel my ribs and hips without applying pressure, but I wasn’t small enough for my liking. She was light haired and tanned skinned, I dark haired and as pale as paper. I grew my nails and excelled in English. She bit her nails and… well, I don’t remember if we even talked about school.

But I loved her. She was like a tornado, a very immature one. I, on the other hand, was a volcano. And, if my friends are anything to go by, too mature for my age. By now, it should be pretty clear that we never would have lasted. We would have, maybe, if we didn’t fight so much. Because there was something between us. She adored me, worshipped me. And I felt mostly the same toward her. If we tried, maybe we could have made it work. But we didn’t try, not really. And now I’m left to wonder.

She’s been single since we broke up, really. A couple of relationships that never even kicked off the ground. Nothing since me. And me? I’ve been with my boyfriend for almost a year. Long time, really. I can’t imagine leaving him, because I like knowing what’s to come for me – us.

If I stay with him, I’ll finish school while he gets a job. I’ll go onto Tafe or University. We’ll get a place together, I’ll keep on writing for fun (never become an author, I know) and work as a social worker. We’ll get married, have children. I’ll get that fairytale life everyone daydreams about, even if they don’t admit to it.

But I’ll always wonder if she and I could have worked, if I hadn’t have gone for the safe option – like I always do. But if I did return to her, like I want to and feel I should, my family and everyone I know and love will disown me. She’s said things, done things. But I can’t help but love her, want her. Because even now, I know I love her. I can’t help it. And I know she never got over me. There’ll always be something special between us, we’ll always have those sparks. Maybe it’s because we’re so different.

But we wouldn’t work. Opposites attract, sure. But no one has ever said ‘opposites work’.
  

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fxcklucy

100/Female
United Kingdom
All My Stories
Posted On: February 23, 2014
Wow! I don't know how to describe this!

You're truely gifted when it comes to writing--teach me! Haha.

Lucy x
LyingNaked

21/Female
Australia
All My Stories
Posted On: June 5, 2011
Thank you, Allora. I like your name.

OhMyLord. It's a plan, Toni! When I'm rich, I'll fly over. Or fly you over her, so you can witness my wonderful Tasmanian home. Beautiful place, here.

Shame it's been so cold as of late. Like, all rainy and grey and miserable. And windy. Really windy. Where I live, the winds get so bad half the time our neighbours wind up with our washing, or our washing winds up ripped and broken. And the amount of pegs that we've lost between the wind and our toy poodle is pathetic.

-sighs-

But, still! Tassie is so beautiful.

Peggie. xox
UrbanPsychopat

22/Male
Yemen
All My Stories
Posted On: June 1, 2011
YES that would be awesome. Than I could be like I MET PEGGIE xD

:] lol.

Met BrutieBoots, already. I will slowly work my way around the world [mostly America it seems] and meet you all. Which may or may not be a scary idea for you lot aha.
xXHemlochTeaXx

19/Female
Morrisville, VA
All My Stories
Posted On: May 31, 2011
This is marvelous!

And Sore, I had that problem with Shannon's dollmaker, but I think it was because I was using Google Chrome. Once I tried it with Internet Explorer it worked fine.

I dunno which browser you use, but perhaps you should try it with IE?

+Allora
LyingNaked

21/Female
Australia
All My Stories
Posted On: May 31, 2011
I'm going to have a big head because of you lot.

I have finished a couple. But they're rushed, and there are a few typos. I think, aside from my NaNo which I finished, my longest is 30-something pages. Size 9.5 font. I plan on editing it eventually.

Naw, Toni, you're gonna be a social worker before me! Ah well. =] I should fly over to you for counselling sessions. xD

Wow. I'm glad I don't have Sore's problem with your dollmaker. It all works fine, except for the fact I have to use the arrow buttons to scroll.

Peggie. xox
crumbula2

30/Female
Palo Cedro, CA
All My Stories
Posted On: May 30, 2011
Yeah, there seems to be a lot of people with errors from my dollmaker. Sorry. XD I have no idea what's wrong, I use the exact template provided from the website. I think Webs might be messing it up, but I don't know.
Rowling_on_a_R

105/Female
Antarctica
All My Stories
Posted On: May 29, 2011
I love this, Peggie. It's so true... bittersweet, perhaps, but very true. I would say mroe, but I'd just be repeating what everyone elese has said. But you are fantastic, my dear, as both a writer and a person.

--Em :]

SomethingAnoth

103/Female
Zimbabwe
All My Stories
Posted On: May 29, 2011
uhm, shanny. I always have this problem with your dollmaker, I don't know if everyone does. I cant drag the items anywhere, and when i double click it, it'll appear at the top left of the page(not even in the builder box) and it wont let me drag it. :c

Sore™
SomethingAnoth

103/Female
Zimbabwe
All My Stories
Posted On: May 29, 2011
lol you dolls a slipperific, and yes, I did just think of that word.

And ugu- the last line is something to think about...'opposites attract, but nobody every said they worked.'

Sore™
UrbanPsychopat

22/Male
Yemen
All My Stories
Posted On: May 29, 2011
And I love those last two lines. Beautiful. And so true.
awardwinningau

18/Female
Liechtenstein
All My Stories
Posted On: May 29, 2011
I meant Sabrina, sorry. My letters rearrange themselves under my fingers, I'm sure of it.

Peggie, I'm exactly the same way. I've never finished a single story of mine that was longer than four or five pages, and I do not edit, period. When I need rough and final drafts for school, I'll write one draft, and then add mistakes and submit it as the rough draft. Truth be told, I really don't think I'll ever be published, even if I finish something. I've more or less forgotten the days when I thought I would be a best-selling author, and pretty much all I have left to remember that dream is my oh so silly username. It's just not happening.

But your writing is publishing-worthy. Everything that you've posted on here is brilliant, and much better than half the things I pick up and glance at in Books-a-Million. I would love to see your name on a book cover one day, but I understand that it seems near-impossible.

*Erin*
UrbanPsychopat

22/Male
Yemen
All My Stories
Posted On: May 29, 2011
*It's not his aha.
UrbanPsychopat

22/Male
Yemen
All My Stories
Posted On: May 29, 2011
First off honey, OH YES HIGH-FIVE FOR FUTURE SOCIAL WORKERS!

I'm going to uni this year to be a social worker.

Second, this is beautiful. This is written with so much emotion and almost lyrical in his delivery. You never fail to amaze me.
Rofflz

105/Female
China
All My Stories
Posted On: May 29, 2011
Wow. Peggie. Amazing!

Your work is always filled with powerful emotion. Even when it's not about you, you can always feel that emotion that you've poured into it.

You're so awesome.

I'm jealous... I've had neither a boyfriend nor girlfriend ever =P

-Andi
LyingNaked

21/Female
Australia
All My Stories
Posted On: May 29, 2011
As for the author bit; while I secretly [meaning, none of my friends or family are aware, but now you lot are] want to be an author - it's just never going to happen. I cannot finish anything, and editing is beyond me. I HATE changing my work. I was always handing in first-drafts in English [they were all A worthy, though, as my teacher marked them with a big red A, literally], and passing them off for second-third edits. So, I'll probably never be an author, though I want to be.

Annnd, finally [I think this is my last super-long comment]. Rina, we're kind-of friends. Her and I... we were never friends to begin with. I had a boyfriend when we met, I didn't cheat on him, but there's ALWAYS been something 'more' between her and I. Even now, we fight. About as much as we did when she and I were together. Maybe a little less. We were a major on/off/on/off couple, we're the same as friends.

Drama, much?

Peggie. xox
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