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on the surface
I am doing well. When someone says “you are happy;you are doing well; you have a boyfriend”, I think, oh yeah, I guess I am doing well. But I feel nauseous, I feel guilty, I feel embarrassed, and I feel insecure. I see the edges of my vision cloud inwards and all I can think is that I need to get out. But simultaneously I worry if people will think I am a fraud. I want people to see me as honest and trustworthy, I want people to feel that I am being myself at all times. But I also worry if people saw me the way I see myself that they would say aha, I knew all along, she really is an asshole. When I’m doing something good I wonder if people think I am just doing it so I feel better about myself, or if I am one of those people who talks the talk, but doesn't walk the walk. Whatever.
I know who I am. I have to stick by myself because I know that while I can be an asshole, I have raised myself almost entirely alone and I am proud of that.
“There must certainly be a pleasure in criticizing everything, and in perceiving faults where others think they see beauties… there is a pleasure in having no pleasure.” - Voltaire, Candide
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I feel so much free-flowing anxiety. I know I will be fine. I know that I can do this. But what the fuck is making me so fucking fucking fucking nervous? I can’t listen to most music because it makes me anxious. I dislike most people, or I resent them, or feel I don’t deserve to talk to them because I don’t have time. I don’t have time for anything. But I do. I make time to feel depressed. I make time to sit in my bed and not do a single thing, not feel a single thing but more anxiety and sadness. I’m a fucking masochist sometimes, but I also love to tell myself that I am my own best friend. I want to just disappear for the next three weeks, but I have someone that actually makes it better to be co-dependent than independent. I’m constantly worried for something I can’t label, but it haunts me every second outside of sleep. I’m worried that I am not good enough, not good enough for the one person I’ve been waiting so long for. Not good enough to make it, what after all of this i am left with my meaningless scraps? On one hand I know that this will all be over soon, but on the other I know that this is just the beginning...this is who I am, and I will always find something else to feel doomed over.

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What happens if I’m the toxic one?

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Connected nor chained, I can’t be to you
But I go great lengths to see all that you do
A ghost roaming through the dusty halls of my memory
From far away your ghost seems so lovely
I keep trying to find your body in that physical world out there
I know I was in love because what I got wasn’t fair
I chose all of you and you chose her bleached blonde hair
If I could ask you one favor, teach me how not to care
Though I’ve tried, I can’t be charmed by anyone else’s fingertips
I can still feel the energy that buzzed between our lips
I just wonder what you do when you’re home alone for hours on end
I don’t think about you that often, but I also can’t pretend
I won’t be able to move on until I find someone new
Hopefully they'll share nothing in common with you.
I keep searching for that moment where I take a deep exhale and with it I release all the grief and mourning for a wasted love. I really loved/love you, and I don’t even know you anymore. I truly don’t. I don’t know anymore about you than a stranger walking down the street. And yet, I wish we could walk past each other and you could approach me as if you didn't know what I was capable of. As if you didn’t know how crazy, how impulsive, how protective I could be. But even more than that, I wish I could just keep walking as if I didn’t know how crazy, how impulsive, how protective you could be.
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What a horrible feeling it is to know that the one you love didn’t choose you.

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Doing all the right things, but my minds always on the border of sin
And I don't think you see that I'm not like you, I'm not your kind. Your pre-calculated responses can only go so far, so I need to stop believing you're more than you are.