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How I’d love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

When you’re masturbating in your room and about to cum, then someone knocks on your door. 

I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.

It’s not really letting go of the past that is the problem. It is coming to terms with letting go of a possible future that will never be. That is the struggle. The mind wants to keep its fantasies. Even when they are wrong, unhealthy, dangerous, or even cruel. To let go of the past you must let go of the future and live in the present.

We’re young enough to dream, yet old enough to know that a majority of them will never happen.

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.

When I get hurt, something inside me just shuts off.

TSA: are u carrying any firearms or explosives?

I’m sad; not the kind of sad that fades away next week or next month. The kind of sad that shows up one day ten years ago out of the blue and seems to stick with you. The kind you cannot seem to shake. The kind that no one ever talks about.

I want to be your only, not one of many you feel for.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Loving someone should have been a beautiful thing. It’s not supposed to destroy people.