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You know how it hits you? The weight just slams into you and wonder how you stood so tall for so long. Lately I have felt so ugly. Like repulsively ugly. Like to the point where I cry thinking about it and deciding what to wear is a losing battle every day. I like to sleep with a couple of books on my bed. They keep me company. I want to let my friend know how hot this fire is getting inside me. I want to know that when I sleep I sometimes think of him. I want to kiss him and i want to say how I feel like Tiffany does in silver linings playbook. I am not okay after all. I am heartbreak and loneliness and I will succeed I have to succeed what if I don't succeed Am I too broken? Lately this glass has been spilled all over the floor and it just keeps pouring and cutting anyone that cares enough to get close. See I have a problem. I am so scared of being liked of being loved. I joke about the ******** I don't but ******** are safe. They will never truly love me as deeply as I love them they will break my heart all the time and I will cry but I know that we all get what's coming to us. I want to believe I deserve something good but its so much easier said than done
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
someone tell me how to make these stop. make these stop
You know how it hits you? The weight just slams into you and wonder how you stood so tall for so long. Lately I have felt so ugly. Like repulsively ugly. Like to the point where I cry thinking about it and deciding what to wear is a losing battle every day. I like to sleep with a couple of books on my bed. They keep me company. I want to let my friend know how hot this fire is getting inside me. I want to know that when I sleep I sometimes think of him. I want to kiss him and i want to say how I feel like Tiffany does in silver linings playbook. I am not okay after all. I am heartbreak and loneliness and I will succeed I have to succeed what if I don't succeed Am I too broken? Lately this glass has been spilled all over the floor and it just keeps pouring and cutting anyone that cares enough to get close. See I have a problem. I am so scared of being liked of being loved. I joke about the ******** I don't but ******** are safe. They will never truly love me as deeply as I love them they will break my heart all the time and I will cry but I know that we all get what's coming to us. I want to believe I deserve something good but its so much easier said than done
cassie-stoddard
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
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