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dude what is it about freaking boyss. one of them is my boy best friend who definitely likes me and has told me that im wife material multiple times but like hes my bsf... and the other is the epitome of my type and has left me on delivered for over 24hrs now and hes lowkey dry :((( i think i should go back to girls they're way easier
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as much as I love being happy, tell me why every single creative bone in my body has evaporated. I cant even begin to write poetry without the perpetual melancholy that follows me around. But since exams, I have been happy. Which means that every poem sounds like a motivational life coach, every sentence unreal. I CANT BE POETICALLY MYSTERIOUS AND WHIMSICAL UNLESS I AM SAD WHERE DID IT ALL GO?!?!
im so sad my situationship/boy bsf/idek wtf is going on has been mia the wholeee day I think his parents took his phone and I miss him :((((
indoctrinating my mother with Jeff Buckley (she hates it)
pulling a remus lupin
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i wrote a poem a long time ago but it was too personal to post it but now I'm properly using this blog I feel like I might as well so here we go please do not judge:
Ode to trichotillomania
An itch, irritation, or just a feeling that is different to usual
You tell yourself, just one. Just one and then stop.
Just one turns into five, as you try to find the one
Which caused the itch in the first place
Knowing full well that hairs can’t cause itches
And now you have to wear falsies
Or buy another eyebrow pencil
Or come up with excuse after excuse after excuse;
‘My sister shaved my eyebrow in my sleep’
Likely story indeed.
But people believe it.
It’s funny really, how that is the only lie you have ever convincingly told,
And yet it is the most absurd, unbelievable thing.
And of course when the exam season hits,
You know it will just get worse.
The anxiety makes the itches itch more
And your mum says ‘just hold on till prom’
And you are reminded of what she said to you all those years ago
Before she realised it was a mental-health linked condition
‘Just stop’
(Why can’t I stop this?)
‘You had such beautiful eyelashes’
(I want back my old eyelashes)
‘They’ve never looked the same since’
(Why can’t I be pretty again)
‘If you stop, I’ll let you wear makeup’
(But I’ll just lie to you)
Why did it seem as impossible to stop aged eight
As it does now?
I didn’t stop when I was twelve, I just lied to get the makeup
I didn’t want to disappoint you
But I knew that I couldn’t stop
It never stops
Why can’t I
Just
Stop?
yeah anyways it's not very good and I use the word and far too much it's pissing me off but I'm gonna post it before I delete it
why do I have an addiction to buying books. I bought another 2 today. That makes 8... in the last TWO weeks...
tbf they were both less than £3
