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hillaryy
hillaryy
hi, i'm hillary and uh, yeah.
Some nights I wake up at 4 am, with the taste of smoke at the back of my throat I swear to God, you're still burning somewhere inside me.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
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Help me. I am failing. I am being torn. I am hiding so much behind smiles. I am hurt. But hiding this hurt with a smile. Stress is tearing me down. I'm fine right? I should be. Whats wrong for me to be so depressed? But then i figured out. Its so much stress. I have to be perfect. Or I get my dreams crushed. I hate this. I am not perfect. So why do certain people try to make me this perfect college material thing. I will be the first in my entire history of family to be successful. I will be the first to not be a failure. My mother told me when i was 11 years old of age i'd never be a musician. She told me i'd be terrible. She told me i'd fail. 4 years later. I proved her wrong. Ive become the one thing she said i'd never become. I became to be the most successful out of everyone in my family. I am the one now with the name thats recognizable. I have simply proven every person wrong. That have told me i cant do anything. Now they say i wont ever be happy again. I'll simply prove you wrong once again. Just watch me.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
Your wrong
Every time I zoned out of  reality, I started to overthink. It was just a bunch on nonsense and profanity going through my head. But, I felt as if it was important to keep thinking about those thoughts because no one else really seemed to think about them too much. If I thought too much, however, I felt depression harmonizing with my veins and intoxicating me slowly. And it was a ****** feeling. I've also come to realize that most of these ****** feelings have no original beginnings, they just create themselves. And oh how ineffable it feels. To feel so much -- too many -- and not have a single answer to these nefarious emotions.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
And I'm sad, again.