#@mg

and all MG lovers!

I don't need someone to give me advice on something neither of us can control. I don't need apologies. I just need you to listen. I need to rant. I need someone to listen to the shit that gets thrown at me everyday. I constantly listen to others rant and shit, but I never really do it myself. If I were to rant, I don't think I'd ever stop. Regardless of how much you think I rant, believe me I don't. But, whenever I do: I tend to let EVERY LITTLE THING out. I don't mean to, but I'm, I'm like a unstable bomb. You never know when I'll explode, you always have to be careful with me. I'm a lot to handle. On the outside, I seem like someone who is strong and knows what they want. But on the inside, I'm a scared little girl who's so lost, she doesn't even know what she truly feels. Maybe I bottle up my emotions too much, but I don't know what else to do. I'm such a fucking mess. All of these feelings and thoughts get shoved into this bottle that pretty much just makes an explosive combination. I don't know how I don't cry on a daily basis, but I'm always in pain. I'm always hurting. I'm a work in progress. I just need someone to keep me stable and that will stay even when I'm about to explode. To the two people on this site who know me in real life, I love you two so fucking much. You have no idea how much you fucking mean to me. I'm sorry this is so long, but thank you for being there.

The Streets of San Francisco, Matt Galligan

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