Just A Small Town Girl

Drinking is always a 50/50 chance; either you feel nothing or you feel absolutely everything

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Out of a thousand and one less painful ways to die, you chose love.

I think you need to fall in love with the wrong person. I think you need to fight and cry and sweat and bleed and fail. I think you need to have bad relationships and bad breakups. I think you need all of that so that when the right person and the right relationship comes along you can sigh with relief and say, “Ah yes. That is how its supposed to feel.”

No one could ever love me. I keep thinking about it and in reality, no one could love this. No one could love the small white lines that fill up my thighs and arms. No one could love the scretch marks that are on my hips. No one could love the constant sadness that consumes me everyday. No one could love the sleepless nights where I cry and cry. No one could love the anxiety I have the occupies every aspect of my life. No one could love the days where I physically can’t eat. No one could love the sickness I feel every single second. No one could love the thoughts, the dark, sickening thoughts. No one could ever love someone who cannot love themself. No one could love me.

If he truly loves you, he will love you when you are an ocean breeze, but also when you are a summer storm. You were not made to be loved in parts, you were meant to be loved as a whole.