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Sometimes I don't feel worthy of the love I receive

In a desperate need to start over, new persona

I was told to start journaling my issues; I had to look the issue in the eye and say, "Good idea :D".

coming on Tumblr is my only option because violence is frowned upon

A new ick I discovered is men who think they are the shit.

Today’s to-do list: 1. Bite off more than I can chew. 2. Build Rome in one day. 3. Poke a bear with a stick. 4. Beat a dead horse. 5. Skate on thin ice.

How am I supposed to just look at you and smile without wanting to violently make out again?

Friends are a social construct?

Liking a guy is so embarrassing, wdym i like someone who will always see me as an object and not a biblically accurate angel on earth?

My misery is like the Dead Sea: deep waters, yet everything floats on the surface.

The desire to be seen should be listed as a substance abuse

Maybe my fear of being unliked will always have its hand around my neck; between sensual and suffocation

nothing more embarassing than coming back to tumblr and reading the depressing shit you wrote