chroniclesofanunstablemind

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Having abandonment issues just means that the second someone stops talking to me my want for them expands tenfold

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why did you hold my hand like that if you didn’t want me?

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if you love me, please god spend time with me. I dont know if i’m just a particularly needy person or everyone’s 3rd choice or what but, I can’t stand waiting around for hours for you. it makes me feel like shit

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reminder to self: sex can be exciting and fun and a comfort

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It makes me so sad and mad the way men just like…thrive off of women’s pain. They play them, they make them cry, all the fucking time and it’s just expected to be part of the experience of a boy. To just fucking break women and use them and its fun and games!!! And i hate it I just hate it

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talking to you only makes me sadder or madder but i still crave your attention. I can’t stop feeling the hole you’ve left in my life.

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Lost horizon, Miguel Brusch

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I want to stab myself in the heart but my damn tiddy's in the way

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I can’t believe how happy i was at the start of today, how loved and excited i felt. i felt amazed now i just feel used and dumb. why!

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i wish you loved me. I wish you weren’t so careless with my heart.

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i’m so unhappy in this moment, i know this overwhelming sadness is temporary, but ignoring it isn’t working like it used to, and rn, my best idea of how to treat it is to take a bunch of sleeping pills and hibernate. but i truly want something different. nothing i want is practical or healthy, of course. but i dream of trekking through the woods, lying on my back and crying as i die. a pool with bars on the bottom that i hold onto before i feel that panicked burn. me screaming at my parents at a public dinner, somewhere fancy where they air all their evils out. i grab a steak knife and stab myself in the stomach, repeatedly, as I scream my pain in their faces.

like i said, impractical and unhealthy. but something is still so comforting about the thought,

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setting boundaries with men

woman: mentions boundary/what she is comfortable with or uncomfortable with

man: sulks for 2 hours

woman: placates terrible man to get on good terms again, probably “making it up” to him somehow

man: genial once again, pointedly breaks boundary in “joking” manner

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i am unfortunately v. sensitive today.