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“i just feel so fucking alone all the time, and not in the “there’s no one there for me” way, in a way where there are so many people, but none of them understand anything.”

— and then i just feel sort of empty

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I’d like to leave. Where to? I don’t know. I’m simply sick and tired of going through the same routine of this place. I’d like to go somewhere where I don’t know anyone, no one knows me. Where I’d be able to be myself, my real self, with no expectations from anyone. Where there’s no one to disappoint but myself. At least if I disappoint myself, I won’t feel so bad because I’m used to it.

I’d like to leave, or I’d like to disappear. Either way, I want to get out of here.

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lowkey wanna disappear for a little

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me getting my heart ripped out of my chest: okay first off, mood,

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“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”

— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

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“your eyes hella red u been smokin??” no I been crying bitch leave me alone

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I hope parallel universe me is doing ok right now

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“A soulmate is someone who is willing to grow with you, who chooses to be with you until the end, and will love you through good and bad. It’s not about sunshine and laughter, it’s about mundane moments filled with unknowns.”

— T.B. LaBerge (via quotemadness)

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“Would you blame her for being selfish if it’s the only way to keep her sanity in place?”

— J.D. | Unsent Message #4

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“There was always a distance between us. Even when we were nose to nose, hand in hand, even when we were so close that there was no physical space between us—there was a distance. I think it came from a small place in the back of our minds, where we both knew that we were temporary, that we had a expiration date.”

-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 112

“The spaces between”

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” sometimes love isn’t enough. And it’s just simple as that. Love isn’t enough ”

//helovedmebutnotenough