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bunnighost · 1 month
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killedbymylove · 2 years
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I miss how caring and gentle you were before you found out that I'm not worth it...
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(I bet ur asks are being flooded as I type this im sorry i keep forgetting my questions)
To uhhjjhhh ydiwgmtc
How did it feel getting shot and then blacking out
What did you see
Also I apologize on behalf of the contestants for voting to shoot you, we had to choose ONE and it was a real close tie between coolshake and you, alas you weren't very likable before so you had to lose an eye for that sorry
I voted for you
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vivatheephemeral · 9 months
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I sit on my bed, realizing that the summer has passed. School starts on the 14th and I haven’t kissed anyone yet, and I haven’t snuck out to go on a date with my (nonexistent) boyfriend, and I’ve wasted another day of my ever dwindling youth. All people tell me is that this is the best time of my life, but all i’ve noticed is that I have been alone and sad this whole time. I used to think that I was being a teenager the wrong way, but I soon realized that the ones who left youth behind remember it better than it was. They always remember the first kiss, the parties, and the joyrides, but never the nights alone, the aching pain of watching others enjoy youth more than you are. I’ve found myself doing that with my childhood, making seem better than it was. But when I cut through the rose colored smoke, I see it for what it really is. Life isn’t a movie. It isn’t constantly action packed with engaging pacing, action, drama, and romance. This is real life.
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britcision · 2 years
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I’m gonna need y’all to shut the fuck up and really internalise that the CR cast has a fucking group chat
Matt isn’t doing shit with Percy that Tal didn’t clear first, if not blatantly request
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screaming--agony · 2 years
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Dear Diary,
You make me feel like a moron for trying.
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issueofher · 8 months
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do people actually enjoy the edge of seventeen (2016) or is it just a running joke im not privy to :3
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killedbymylove · 2 years
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It actually already hurts to death seeing any guy that i find nice because i immediately think: "Oh that's another one who wouldn't want me." There's absolutely no boy who ever liked me back. Absolutely no one.
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loverrrworld · 1 year
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i want someone to tell me in detail what’s wrong with me, because there must be something that i’m missing. the caving feeling of watching their replies get slower and more distant is something i’m growing all too familiar with. things will be going well and i’ll feel so happy and comfortable with them, but then they’ll post on their story when i’ve been on delivered for 16 hours and it turns out they’re with another girl and all of a sudden it clicks for me. how could i ever think that i had a chance with someone like them? if i take a step back and look at my life, it appears to me that i only attract people who are way older than me, or people who think that because i’m nice to them, i must be interested. and when you think about that they’re after? a naïve, young girl or a motherly therapist. suddenly i’m not as attractive, or as interesting, or as funny as i supposed i was. i’m just a toy.
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rubbish78 · 2 months
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I don't feel needed. I feel like useless, dead weight.
Do I really bring value? Is there really something I have that someone else [in my family] doesn't?
"You're strong, you've always been the strongest." Really? You think I WANT that? You think I WANT to hurt people? You think I do a martial art because I'm good at it? NO. I do it because I have to! Because if I don't my skin will hurt! I enjoy it too much. Enjoying it makes me wanna keep going. Continuing to go will only make me stronger and I don't like that. I don't wanna be stronger. I can't control myself, so I don't want it. I don't want to have to go at all, but I would rather go than not; I don't want to go because I like it, I want to go because I have to. It's a curse, being naturally strong.
"You're good with children, you've been studying how to raise them since before you were a teenager." Yeah? Doesn't seem to count for much, since my sister still seems to know what she's doing. Seems to know how to do it better than I, without even trying. "She's older." I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT ARGUMENT ONE MORE TIME! None of my siblings even like me. They all like my sister. I'm just unlikable. How can I help them to become the best they can be if they don't even like me? It's like a stab to my chest whenever I hear my siblings fighting. I can't stand it, and I want to help them so bad. I once slept all day, and stayed up all night, for several months (preplanned, parent-authorized, because reasons) and expected to come back from it with my help very much needed, as I sometimes feel like I hold things together around here. That didn't happen. Nobody needed me. At first I thought, "wow, nothing fell apart like I thought it would, I guess I never contributed anything after all." Eventually, though, as I reaccustomed myself to the household, I realized that the opposite was true: everything had fallen apart…but nobody had noticed, nobody cared. Should I try and pick up the pieces? I should. Would anybody acknowledge my contribution as something necessary? I didn't think so.
I'm useless. Unproductive all day long. I do whatever I want and I hate it. I don't get anything done. I don't feel accomplished or productive. I never do anything that makes me feel good about myself. Mom is continuously diminishing my highschool requirements just so I can graduate, as she comes to expect less and less of me. I hate it. I don't like myself. My siblings have hobbies, jobs, things they like to work on and get better at, stuff that fills their day, productive stuff. While I'm commitment phobic and don't even have anything I like doing.
Had to get this off my chest.
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xoxojean · 1 year
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my mind is cluttered, and i’m always angry.
i don’t like me v much.
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afellowdeadpoet · 2 years
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drowning
I saw you last week
At the grocery store
We used to shop together
I guess not anymore
You looked at me,
And began to laugh
And it felt like that sound
Would cut me in half
When I looked at you
All I saw was blood
Like all those all old scars
Opened in a flood
I remember it all
Even when I tried to forget
I can still recall
Every single regret
You were afraid of heights,
You painted and you drew,
You always wore a watch
And your eyes were ocean blue
I still see beach waves
Everytime I blink,
Picture that godamn color
Till I can’t even think
So when you looked
And laughed at me,
All I remembered is
Drowning in that sea
And I hate that you’re still there,
Still haunting my dreams,
I hate that I gave you the power
To rip me apart at the seams
So I stood there
In the middle the aisle
Fighting to swim
And choking back bile
You looked happy
Like you’d never been better
And here I was,
Wearing your old sweater
And I’ll never forgive you
For stealing my breath
But thank god you dropped me
Before I choked to death
Because you thought
You were damning me
By cutting the rope
By setting me free
See if you look past
The rust and chains
You’ll see a girl with
Vengence in her viens
Sot darling, think again,
Make no mistake
You unleashed a monster
Who won’t rest till you break
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24mountainroad · 1 month
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