Me When I Think About How Much I Had And How I Could Love Every Bit Of Information I Got About A Person,
me when i think about how much i had and how i could love every bit of information i got about a person, every word, every expression, every action, and now i don’t have the option to do that. i will never get to cherish every moment with someone like i cherished it with her, and i will never love someone the same way. i will never experience her love again, i will never hold her hand or have her skin touch mine. ill never hear her voice, her laugh, her delicate, beautiful pauses in the middle of a sentence. i hope to hold someone as dear to my heart as i held you, but i know it will be in a different way. i love you. so much. i wish i could let go and move on, i wish i could stop dwelling on my emotions. i could write on and on about how much i want you, i want you to be here so badly, but this wont help me minimize the intensity of my attachment to you, so im stopping here
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i wasn’t supposed to be a person i should be a well-loved mug or a worn paperback book or a favorite hoodie or a keychain plushie or something
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me ripping my organs out because why does this even matter
ohmygod i want to kill myself. i am so horrible and unlikeable i hate how average and lame i am no one will ever like me because i am not INTERESTING there is nothing remotelt cool about me im just there and everyone else is so much better than me why cant i just be better i want someone to like me the only reason i have who i have is bc they fell into it. going to slaughter myself
i saw some children playing outside yesterday and ended up crying because ........ i once used to be that age
My toxic trait is I overthink and break my own heart.
- I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)
what if i just pulled my brain out like ramen noodles and stomped on it until it didnt exist
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