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No one follows me, so no one will see this or care.

Every night that I take a specific back road home, I specifically try to go as fast as I can. It’s a windy, cold, mountain road.

I pray one night I’ll go too fast on too slick of a road and careen off the pavement into a ditch.

I’ll go out racing and feeling alive.

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I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend. I can’t fall for another friend.

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From: “I don’t have any less feelings for you I promise you that and would love nothing more than to continue what we started and see what the future holds.”

To: “I’ve been incredibly overwhelmed the past couple/few weeks. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to reconnect, I just don’t have the wherewithal to go deep right now and need some space to get my mind right. I hope you can understand that.”

Typical.

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Please, for the love of god, can someone explain to me how it can be so easy for some people to just discard you like you never meant anything to them?

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I think it hurts even more when you call someone out - they acknowledge it, tell you that you’re valid, and then just completely disappear again.

Fucking Christ why do I hang on to the smallest crumb of acknowledgement? Why am I so desperate for affection that I continue to be a doormat.

I hate being such a weak piece of shit.

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Jesus H. Christ.

If you wanna live, make sure the universe doesn’t ever pair heartache with the death of a good friend.

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Yep. Using like THIS again. Did not miss this feeling.

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When all is said and done, addiction isn’t about wanting to feel good via substance. You know that you’re hurting yourself. You know that you’re causing damage. Every time you use, your brain screams at you to stop.

If I’m gonna feel like this, I might as well do it to myself. I want the power.

And, oh, what power it is.

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Pro tip: don’t ever start gushing to your friends/family about someone you’re falling for. That will be the moment everything falls apart.

Bonus pro tip: don’t fall for anyone.

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I put so much love and passion out into the world and continue to get used, abused, and discarded. I’m running out of pieces to give. I might just waste away.

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I spent years becoming ok with myself and learning to find joy in being alone.

You walked in, promised me comfort, and then pulled the rug right out from underneath me.

And people wonder why I have trust issues.

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Out of nowhere, not one but THREE of my crushes have come out of the woodwork this weekend to admit they have been hitting on me. What the fuck is in the water and how did this happen?

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I’m down horrendous and it terrifies me.

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Seeing that I’m not the only one who constantly feels like they should be dead is weirdly calming

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I absolutely love that I’ve found my mentally unwell community on tumblr