I’m a lonely person. But that’s okay because I’ve gotten used to things like loneliness.
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I’ve always wanted to fall asleep on the phone with someone.

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Crying doesn’t indicate that you’re weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you’re alive.
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Dear Future Girlfriend,

nobodyknowsimlesbian:

I’m sad because I don’t know where You are.
Please, come and make me happy. I’m tired of all this sadness.

Love,

Me.

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tiatries2tumble:

I’m always getting pushed around and it really hurts when I fall down.

Did you ever watch that show “If you really knew me”? I used to love it. I wish there was an easy way to tell people that you’re not in the mood to be made fun of today or that the choices you have been forced to make have left you in tears… Although it never shows. That if they push you just a little, innocently even, you’ll just go tumbling down. No pun intended.

If you really knew me, you’d know that I’m always trying to run away from everything and everyone because I never feel happy and safe where I am. It’s not like I’m in actual physical danger, but I feel like I’m rotting away and that maybe, if I keep running, I’ll make it somewhere I can be okay with myself and everything.

Sometimes I feel so confident and sometimes I feel horribly insecure.

And I’m not a fan of self-deprecating humor when I can avoid it. I just wish people could see how amazing they are and how amazing others are. I have always seen the good in people and I guess that’s made me an easy target.

It means the world to me when someone compliments or congratulates me, as shallow as that may seem, because I only believe it when it comes out of someone else’s mouth. So when their words turn cold, I cry. I cry alone, at home, with nothing to hold onto.

I wasn’t sure where to post this or if I should post it at all. I’m too insecure to post it on the blog RL people follow, so I’m posting it here. I can quietly let out steam and hopefully at least make one person feel like they aren’t as alone as they first thought.

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