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@mybrainjusthadathought
I want to go places where the roadsigns are dirty
Roads so curvy the speed limit never goes above thirty
I want to go places I dream of when I'm high
Mountaintops so tall you could almost reach the sky
I want to go places with no footsteps in the snow
Rivers so wide they could make whole countries overflow
I wish I could go to places that don't exist anymore
But I cant, because humanity and nature are waging war
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I can't help but respect the sheer optimism of people who believe that, in all 22 years of my life, they are the first ones to tell me my name means moon.
My friends describe me as funny, but I feel like I'm annoying
My fellow students called me lively, but I remember wanting to die
My family always says I'm the most creative, but I always feel like a fake
My boyfriend calls me beautiful, both on the inside and on the outside, but I can't see it
I don't know how I would describe myself.
Am I supposed to be defined by how people percieve me?
So who am I when no one is there to percieve me?
If all these different people see different parts of me, than which one of them is really me?
How can I ever be all of myself?
People say I've become good at socializing
But all I do is manipulate people into asking the questions I want to answer
Quicksave
Make a choice,
Reload the game
Buy longer hair and change my name
Too scared to fail
Or misbehave
I wish I could fucking quicksave
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Just tell me off
Just tell me off
just tell me JUST FUCKING TELL ME OFF
Chasing Butterflies
Do I want attention?
Or do I want his?
You're lying in the bed with me
And I wonder what this is
Is he really a friend?
Does he know?
Is he really what I told you
Or do I have to go?
My heart is with you, here,
But my stomach can't decide
You're dreaming of a house
While I'm chasing butterflies
He calls me beautiful and sometimes I believe him
Real life is hard sometimes.
A year and three months ago, my crush started dating a friend of mine.
A year and two months ago, I realised I needed to move on and started dating a friend of mine.
A year and one months ago, my crush and his girlfriend break up because they realised they were better as friends.
Eight months ago, I break up with my boyfriend because I'm starting to realise I fell in love with the idea of a boyfriend, and I liked my actual boyfriend much better as a friend. My feelings for my crush hadn't gone away.
Seven months ago, my crush started talking to a girl he met at college. He sounds fond of her. I'm happy for him, but it hurts me.
Five months ago, my crush started dating a girl he met at college.
Im happy for them, I really think he deserves it and I can see the good it does him, but I am hurt.
I think I'm starting to realise this isn't some stupid wattpad fanfiction/lovestory where we are both pining for eachother but the timing is bad. This is real life, and I am really in love with a close friend of mine, who I know very well, who I love dispite his weaknesses and faults, but who sees me as just a friend.
Still I can't help but hope, imagine somehow he feels the same way, though I don't know why he would.
I cant help thinking back to the times I spent alone with him, talking for hours on end over discord because we had nothing else to do. Sitting together during a free persiod back at highschool, playing cards. Going to a playground at night and smoking weed because we felt like shit.
Sometimes I cant help but wonder what would've happened, had I kissed him then.
Real life is hard sometimes
Apparently, I was wrong. Life ís some stupid romance wattpad fanfic.
We are together now. He was pining over me this whole time.
I feel like I'm on drugs or in a coma, dreaming. There is now way this shit is happening to me
Knowing that no one, no matter how hard they might try, no matter how close they might get, will ever really, truly understand every single part of me, makes me feel strangely lonely.
Somewhere between when I wrote this, and now, I've come to the conclusion that this little piece of me that is just mine brings is strangely comforting
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We're the future, and we're angry
You know you're doing horrible when you dont even have the energy to say youre fine anymore
I feel so fucking empty I think I might as well be a robot
I wonder if my parents know they're the ones who are going to bury me.
Do zombies have like an extra agressive type of rabies?
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It's starting to be less about the product and more about the company
Or had it always been like that?
Me to myself, the second I get a sense of self worth and confidence:
Delusions of grandeur. Pathetic.
Bringing this back