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i’ve been bed rotting in a decidedly self destructive way lately

being and nothingness, jean-paul sartre // the metamorphosis, franz kafka // i am the architect of my own destruction, juansen dizon // albert camus // as consciousness is harnessed, susan sontag // ralph waldo emerson // allen ginsberg // tennesse williams // letters to felice, franz kafka // sylvia plath

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"I love you , I'm glad we're friends"

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Might print this out and tape it on my wall

Going insane anyone want anything

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but I knew how to dress it up

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compilation

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All the things I have never had the luck to have, I feel like I have lost.

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]

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she's a 10 but if she has a severe mental breakdown she says "we" instead of "i" when she talks about herself

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Nobody apologized for how they treated me they just blamed me for how I reacted

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i hate being misunderstood. i hate when people dont get it. i feel like my entire life has been an effort to learn how to communicate only to be told repeatedly that nothing i say or do matters. it contributes to this overwhelming feeling of helplessness that i just cant handle. i dont know what im supposed to do except try my best and expect disappointment from every corner. every time i try to contribute to a conversation theres this feeling that im bothering people or that what im saying has no real relevance. i decided to get a degree in language because i wanted to communicate better and i didnt want anyone to have a reason to doubt my abilities but that just never mattered. if someone doesnt want to understand you, they wont. and you cant get mad. if you get mad youre unreasonable and stupid and a bad person.

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i hate being misunderstood. i hate when people dont get it. i feel like my entire life has been an effort to learn how to communicate only to be told repeatedly that nothing i say or do matters. it contributes to this overwhelming feeling of helplessness that i just cant handle. i dont know what im supposed to do except try my best and expect disappointment from every corner. every time i try to contribute to a conversation theres this feeling that im bothering people or that what im saying has no real relevance. i decided to get a degree in language because i wanted to communicate better and i didnt want anyone to have a reason to doubt my abilities but that just never mattered. if someone doesnt want to understand you, they wont. and you cant get mad. if you get mad youre unreasonable and stupid and a bad person.

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i hate being misunderstood. i hate when people dont get it. i feel like my entire life has been an effort to learn how to communicate only to be told repeatedly that nothing i say or do matters. it contributes to this overwhelming feeling of helplessness that i just cant handle. i dont know what im supposed to do except try my best and expect disappointment from every corner. every time i try to contribute to a conversation theres this feeling that im bothering people or that what im saying has no real relevance. i decided to get a degree in language because i wanted to communicate better and i didnt want anyone to have a reason to doubt my abilities but that just never mattered. if someone doesnt want to understand you, they wont. and you cant get mad. if you get mad youre unreasonable and stupid and a bad person.

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i hate being misunderstood. i hate when people dont get it. i feel like my entire life has been an effort to learn how to communicate only to be told repeatedly that nothing i say or do matters. it contributes to this overwhelming feeling of helplessness that i just cant handle. i dont know what im supposed to do except try my best and expect disappointment from every corner. every time i try to contribute to a conversation theres this feeling that im bothering people or that what im saying has no real relevance. i decided to get a degree in language because i wanted to communicate better and i didnt want anyone to have a reason to doubt my abilities but that just never mattered. if someone doesnt want to understand you, they wont. and you cant get mad. if you get mad youre unreasonable and stupid and a bad person.

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nice personality disorder did your mom give it to you