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i wish people would see me for who i am, not who they want me to be.

i find speaking both physically and mentally exhausting

when you’re hopeless, you’re indifferent to the bad things while good things feel enormous.

every time i meet someone new, there’s always something in the way of me being valuable to them—a barrier preventing me from being worth anything.

rereading my poetry for comfort because i know i only have myself

everything’s better in my head

it’s easier to reflect on the past than anticipate the future

you can’t fix problems that aren’t yours

i wish i had spontaneous friends, like yes i wanna go to the beach at 2am

sometimes i’d like to feel something, but it’s probably better this way

just cursed him out in my journal <3

he’s such a whiny man baby, like he literally cant even figure out what he wants

it is literally impossible for me to trust or love a man

i reminisce about the old you too much it’s unhealthy