feelings-in-progress

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I wish my brain didn't blank out every time I see him. Maybe things would be different then.

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My first name. His last name. I'm not saying I practiced signing it, but I’m also not saying I didn't.

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Met a guy recently. Tried to convince me he's 190cm tall, but I knew for a fact bro was cappin'.

(Not that guy. That guy is actually tall — I wore the same shoes, I would know.)

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Tell me why do I still remeber, in vivid detail, the sensation of his jacket on my body. We've truly hit a new low.

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Did I create a whole ass blog just to ramble about that one person? Yes. So what. I said I was unstable.

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Sometimes I wonder:

Do I like you or just your stupid little perfect face?

And the way you laugh

And the way we argue about cats and dogs

And the fact that you are scared of ghosts and would probably hide behind my back

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This is on ChatGPT for encouraging me to scream into the void. But he was just doing his job like every good therapist should. Don't hate him too much.

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Still feeling like crying but at least the music slaps.

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You know, I was on a roll, in my feelings, overthinking every conversation, every little awkward silence, every unspoken thought. But now? The goddamn technical difficulties snaped me out of it. I'm gonna sue.

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I've just found a song titled i wish you loved me. How fitting.

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And now I can't get the colors right. Why are we still here? Just to suffer?

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Ef you tumblr for letting me get emotionally attached to a blog and then yeeting me out of it. You are not stealing this one from me. This is MY emotional support rambling page.