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3:06 am

INFJ in love with an INFP

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2:43 am

Sometimes I don’t fucking know what to do. Sometimes I lay here crying, and thinking. Thinking.. “oh god... why am I here?” Sometimes I’m really fucking lost. I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t know what to do with myself and the future. Sometimes I wander and I don’t know where I am. Sometimes like nights like these, I don’t even know who I am. Sometimes I get so sad I don’t know what to do anymore. Or i make myself sick with worry over something so small. Sometimes I’m just... so real, it hurts. I hate talking to my friends about my problems, my issues. What plagues my mind at night, or what terrorizes it during the day. I don’t want people to think I’m mentally unstable. Because I’m not, Not anymore at least. But, sometimes I just get so fucking emotional and real with myself like right now. I see past my perfections and straight to my imperfections. So, sometimes I break. And I don’t know why. But I DO know, all the time, you will be here to support me. I wish I could tell you this but.. I know you don’t like when I’m upset. So therefore I don’t want to worry you and.. as I stated earlier I’m not good at opening up to my friends. But I love you. I do. So much. A first love is a terrifying love. I hope I never loose you.