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If you’re looking for Gordan Ramsay, he’s been sent to the Naughty Step. 

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"But I also know that after a while, a person gets tired of saving. After a while the look of understanding turns to ome of disgust and scorn. They'd only save you so long before they knew they no longer could." (A Moment, Marie Hall)

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Everyone leaves eventually

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Me, I was a pessimist. I always saw darkness before I saw light.

A Shade of Vampire 12: A Shade of Doubt by by Bella Forrest

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They all wanted to believe with enough therapy and enough time, my world would be lovely again. I’d be their golden girl again, but despite my brief forays into fantasy land, I knew it wasn’t true.

Comfort Food by Kitty Thomas

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When you’re a part of society there are certain behaviors that aren’t okay. If you do these behaviors and then feel nothing, that’s worse. But I’ve been trying to determine when I’ve ever been a part of society.

Comfort Food by Kitty Thomas

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If you have to say the words for someone to know you love them, then you aren’t doing a good job of showing it.”

Monday (Timeless Series #1) by E. L. Todd

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Me

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For the monster is not in my face, but in my soul. I once thought that if I was like other men, I would be happy and loved. The malignance has grown, you see, from the outside in, and this shattered visage merely reflects the abomination that is my heart. Oh, my creator, why... Why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel? I would rather be the corpse I was than the man I am.

The Creature, Penny Dreadful.

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Depression isn’t just being a bit sad. It’s feeling nothing. It’s not wanting to be alive anymore.

J.K. Rowling (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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The engulfing mother smothers, seemingly unaware of her daughter’s unique needs or desires. Perhaps you were raised like this. If so, it is likely that the natural talents you had, the dreams you wanted to pursue, and maybe even the relationships most important to you were rarely nurtured. Your mother constantly sent messages to you about who she needed you to be, instead of validating who you really were. Desperate to merit her love and approval, you conformed, and in the process, lost yourself.

Karyl McBride, Will I Ever Be Good Enough?: Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers