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megan Mar 2016
Right now I don’t know what to think other than the fact that I am surrounded by such a negative energy it takes everything in me to find the tiny speck of positive energy in a day. It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. I have this constant negative energy filling me up and deflating me like a balloon that someone lets go in the sky to float away until it travels to space, or pops halfway there.

It follows me around everywhere I go and I cannot escape and my oh my, what I would do to finally be free and be able to breathe without blinking tears away from my eyes, trying to tell myself that crying doesn’t do anything but make you weak. You’re not weak. You’re a strong light of energy who finds the best in everything and everyone and always gets what you want. Maybe it’s all caught up to you. Maybe that’s why. You sit and think, whywhywhywhywhywhy.

The negative energy is taunting you like it knows what it’s doing. Hell, it knows what it’s doing. It’s putting all of its negative energy into you. Everywhere near you. It just doesn’t get it, leave me alone. But everyone has a little negative energy. This one happens to be a piece that everyone loves, but the only thing it loves is destroying you.
megan Mar 2016
i could watch you talk for hours on end about the things you love because i love watching your eyes sparkle with enthusiasm and a pink tint glow on your cheeks but i’ll just have to get over the fact that when you talk about the things you love you’ll never talk about me
megan Mar 2016
i crave knowledge about anything and everything but yet i know nothing except that you’d choose red over blue and that pink tints your cheeks when you know in your heart that someone is sincerely giving you attention and that you laugh a bit too loud when something is not really funny and that you brighten up any room that you are in because your illuminating presence never goes unknown and you enjoy intellectual conversations about space and fictional characters but yet could hold a conversation about immature things that a third grader would laugh at and you built up an emotionless wall so high around yourself because you are so afraid and i would **** a man in order to know what made you cement the bricks that high

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