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i'm feeling so unstable rn i'm so in love i hate him so much

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Life shouldn't be this agonizing, there's something deeply wrong with the way I'm living...

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why sometimes it seems like the best thing for me is never to have a relationship

even with my efforts, they will never be successful

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(༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)

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I want someone to stalk my blog the way I stalk everyone else's..

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yo nací para estar más sola que la una

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I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I always fuck up i always make people leave or i leave bcs I feel like theyre gonna leave. Im the problem I do not know how to get better im awful. What did I even do? What did I do? Im stupid. Im fucking stupid. Im better off alone i always end yo hurt or I end up hurting people I hate myself so much im fucking dumb im fucking stupid. I wish i could just have stable relationships but nooo im fucking mental.

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thats gore!!!! thats gore of my comfort character!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🍾🍾🍾🍾🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆

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getting better and then suddenly im worse than before, and the cycle repeats

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they are related you say...

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all i have is myself at the end of the day

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I hate when a tiny stupid thing pushes you over the edge and makes you freak the fuck out because it makes you look like a completely irrational tar pit of a human being. Like no I promise this is warranted just maybe not about that specifically I swear I'm well adjusted. Come closer stick your fingers in my cage

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everyone says they like weird girls until weird girls act like a weird girl

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“Yeah my day was fine” I say, knowing full well this person has my tumblr

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Y que pasa? Pues lo que pasa. Es lo que debía ocurrir, es orden natural. Simplemente me gustaría no fuerais tan hijas de puta algunas. Así esto solo dolería por separación. Dolería como arrancarse una tirita rápidamente, y ya. Pero ahora, dolerá como arrancarse un cuchillo de la espalda con mis propias manos. Recordando las otras tantas veces que he pasado por esto, en las que juré no dejarme apuñalar nunca más. Y aquí estoy. De nuevo. Sintiendo la fría cuchilla extraerse lentamente de mi piel, rompiendo músculo, vena, hueso, arteria. ¿De verdad puede mi cuerpo aguantar tantas cicatrices?

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Ayer fue mi último día en aquel cielo falso, hoy caemos del infierno al vacío. Ojala y pueda crear algo aquí.