I'd see you all in therapy, but I can't afford it. Update: I went to therapy, here I stay. 24 she/her
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im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen to
spiderman dances to the beat
no matter what song ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour
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Ahhhh this is so fucking stupid, I'm so mad at myself
Truly disappointed
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Megan thee Stallion and Sasuke Uchiha arrive at the 2022 Met Gala
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Genuinely cannot comprehend someone wanting to spontaneously give me more than bare minimum effort, I cannot even conceive it
Like I'm sure it exists or whatever, but like the wind, feeling the force pushing me around is the only acknowledgement I have if it's existence, and the only time I can sense it within me is when there isn't nearly enough breath.
I've grown up watching all types of relationships around me and in the media and listening to love songs about grief, and loss, and the yearning for what could have been and I have been trained by this to expect nothing of the sort for a girl like me.
Perfection doesn't exist.
Mowtown-esque songs with the heart and soul of one who's found a half that meets theirs. Songs of heartbreak now that that half moves to seek another. Searching for something to make you feel. I would never be her. I would never be that strong; to move on from what can never meet my needs. I would never be that woman they sing about. How could I? She's able to stand on her own. The wind doesn't rock her. She can breathe and sing herself out. I'm the tree being broken by the unmercifully winds of her hurricane. How could I be wanted when she's such a force to be reckoned with?
The songs will name me, of course. The woman who could never compare. The girl who helped him forget. The one she drags in her renditions of freedom. My song is but a pitiful cover version of an artist that sounds like Whitney to you.
So I'll sit with myself in the karaoke room for 2 more hours just to belt my heart out to the one who cares for me. The world is quiet here.
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I told him I like him and he said he likes me too, wow talk about mutual butterflies 🤌🏾
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