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In a world that seeks connection, we oddly avoid eye contact, we time our text responses in order to protect ourselves from seeming too eager or too interested,
and we hold our feelings back because we don’t want to seem overly emotional or unreasonable. We silence our instincts, and at the end of the day instead of feeling
good about ourselves, we feel alone, we feel misunderstood.
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and we hold our feelings back because we don’t want to seem overly emotional or unreasonable. We silence our instincts, and at the end of the day instead of feeling
good about ourselves, we feel alone, we feel misunderstood.
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i'm going to stay sober is such a pathetic lie for an addict who never intended to stay that way. we'll always come crawling back drowning the substance in an instant. the weeks we spend without it shall never equate to that warm first sip. yes, the one that cascades down your body and spreads to every part of you. the one where it will explode into bursts of anger that attack your insides. i can tell you that those weeks without it can not compare to that blissful feeling."i will stay sober" is a promise filled with emptiness and no value.
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Welcome to the new age of relationships in which people don't even know what they are feeling People are screwing with lives because they are not sure what they want in a relationship Love becomes a want, and soon it becomes a burden. The lips convince the other, but the heart beats in emptiness. It is all about the body,but they follow the other into souls. Loyalty becomes suffocating, and care feels like a chore. Everyone is hurt, but nobody was at fault. The hearts that have the purity for love are just tall shattered to love again. And the souls that are black to their core roam around spitting those three magical words we have lost the meaning of love because we don't have the depth for anything. We have been reduced to meme-laughing, empty-headed, half-depressed clowns who are living a dark comedy as a lifestyle. We have become walking zombies, infecting the new person with the disease called, no heart. We are a lost generation wandering around dead inside.
What do you think?
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What do you think?
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* some guy opinion*
"When women wear makeup they're basically lying to us"
Me: I don't see why I'm being blamed for a man stupid enough to think I have gold eyelids
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"When women wear makeup they're basically lying to us"
Me: I don't see why I'm being blamed for a man stupid enough to think I have gold eyelids
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Everyone has their own way of healing. It might be to stop talking to certain people for a while. It might be waking up every morning and buying yourself a drink at Starbucks. It might be making new friends. It might be walking in the rain without an umbrella while tears take a stroll down your cheeks. Sometimes when life gets too hard all we want is to stop feeling like winter is wrapped in between our veins. Everyone has their own way of healing because every fall can be the same, but every fall can cause a different type of trauma.
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it’s been so long. i had forgotten how it felt to not feel, how it felt to bleed and not care. now with blood on my hands and blood running down my thighs, i wonder why i ever thought it’d be a good idea to stop cutting. it feels so good to forget my problems while marking my skin with reminders of those problems. call me a masochist
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"We live in a society that teaches women to be careful not to get raped insead of teaching men NOT TO RAPE."
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as a child i was loud, proud and unapologetic about my opinions. extroverted and unafraid and yet somewhere along the way the words became caught in my throat. i think too much before i speak and then say nothing at all. i cocoon myself beneath my blankets creating a wall between me and outside eyes. i've become a secondary character in my own story and i don't know how to pick up the pen again.
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i never needed anyone to drive away my loneliness, i just needed a way to talk to it. and so cutting and smoking became a gateway for happiness. little drips of blood wheeling off my wrist turned to euphoria and the burning taste of old stolen rum turned to love.
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i had a breakdown last night . it has been a while since i had one and i must say i have mixed feelings about it. part of me was glad i finally let it all out although it happened after my relapse. but part of me feel disappointed cause i have been clean since so long i forgot the last time i’ve cut myself. it has been months which is the longest period i have been clean
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last night was rough. i felt this sharp pain in my chest multiply as i reminiscence the times we were together. only to realize it was a mere memory and i can’t call you just because i had a rough day. i lost the privilege of feeling secured being around you cause the part of you and me were gone ….the kinda of friendship I would risk anything for is gone.
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I no longer believe in the idea of soulmates or love at first sight , but i am beginning to believe that a very few times in your life if u are lucky enough you might meet someone who is exactly right for you not because they are perfect but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
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did it hurt? when you realized that your childhood trauma was going to affect you for the rest of your life and truly changed you as a person and didn’t just give you a good sense of humor?
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Having abusive parents, you learn to only care about things in secret liking things openly becomes unsafe, because your parents notice, and it's the first thing they'll take away from you the second they need to blackmail you. After a while it only feels safe to not care about anything, to not want anything, and to not be attached to anything, because then it can't be used against you, they can't use it against you. you have to be a pathetic if you don't want to be openly vulnerable to abuse. eventually you learn to hide everything from everyone. even your friends don't find out about it every pleasure feels like guilty pleasure, like you'll pay for it later. your entire life becomes a secret that feels too dangerous to tell anyone.
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