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tonight i wish i was your boy

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Sometimes it feels as though I bring insignificance with me wherever I go. I barely make footprints in the lives of the people who make earthquakes in mine.

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In a room of people, I know who I would run to. But I’ve also come to the conclusion that nobody will run to me.

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Everything is getting too much again. It all needs to stop. I can’t take it anymore. Make it all stop, please

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Dear diary...

I don't know how to feel about staying clean for over a year...

I didn't really want to stop. I think I've just been afraid of letting people down again. But I guess it's a good thing I haven't done it in a while...?

I can't stop thinking about it... I'm sorry if I fall back again...

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Nothing brings me to tears faster than this line

Just the act of waiting, and doing so devotedly and obediently. Waiting for someone to extend a kind hand or word, but you can't show how hungry you are for it. You can't sit there drooling and flashing the whites of your eyes in silent prayer for someone to come along and call you good. To let you into the warmth and comfort of themselves. And so. You must wait and wait and wait curled alone on the floor. A Good dog a good pet, your obsession with chasing after love will never cease. You will be buried in the yard and the earth will caress you at last.

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oh to feel so unworthy of love, that your chest feels like an endless cavern, a long stretch of darkness that goes deeper than the unknown

- Myself

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— Natalie Wee

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Sometimes I feel like I go above and beyond for people to make up for the fact that I’ll never be good enough and in hopes that it’ll distract them enough so they don’t notice and leave.

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Not all hearts break loudly. 

Some hearts break quietly, piece by 

piece, day by day. 

Until one morning you wake up and 

realise that you don't enjoy the things

you once did. 

You no longer laugh. 

You don't recognise yourself anymore. 

You no longer feel anything. 

This is the saddest kind of heartbreak, 

the one that breaks unnoticed by anyone, 

not even self.

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When nobody wakes you up in the morning and nobody waits for you at night and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

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I'm so lonely, only ghosts hold my hand.

@.itsbaditsgood / Sherita Walker / Anne Sexton, "The Touch" / @.demarmol on Instagram / Richard Siken, "I Had a Dream About You" / Unknown Artist

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Some things don't ever change. I was such a lonely child, and now I'm such a lonely adult.