December 2011
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zygoats:
It would be cool if when you dreamt about people they remember being there too
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Before I figuratively duct tape my cyber-mouth...
I’ve realized why I used to keep my thoughts/feelings bottled up. It’s because when I finally work up the courage/energy/coherence to tell someone something, nothing fucking happens because no one fucking cares.
This is the absolute worst I have ever felt in my...
What the fuck am I supposed to fucking do?
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Also, a friend of mine once wrote that when you're...
And I never fully bought that statement.
But I can feel this. This is it. I know.
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It's so weird going through your blog from the...
It’s like reading a book that you’ve read many, many times before. You always know what’s going to happen next, and you read through the events with dramatic irony, thinking all the while “I know something you don’t know.” And you’ve always got certain endings or plot twists in mind.
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thekindofsadthatjusttakestime asked: Are you ok?
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I can't. Fucking. Even.
I just fucking can’t.
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I'M ALLERGIC TO THE WORLD WHEN WE'RE SEPARATED.
THERE’S NOTHING IN THE WORLD THAT’S WORTH THE BEATING FEELING, LIKE A STYROFOAM PROP ENUUI IS EATING.