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“How many times can you break my heart before I finally walk away?”

“I delete the picture of him from my phone; I delete his number. I think that if I just delete him enough, it will be like none of it ever happened and my heart won’t hurt so badly.”

What really broke my heart was that I did the best I could for you, and I still wasn’t enough.

You told me you loved me, and that you would never leave me, but you didn’t, and you did.

She is damaged, she cries herself to sleep night after night but she walks through life with a smile on her face and her head held high.

I’m insecure. I’ll always want you to remind me that I’m beautiful and that I matter. I’ll always want you to hold me and touch me, or else I’ll feel like maybe you’re mad at me or you’ve finally seen all my flaws and decided that I’m not what you want anymore. I will try and give you everything, but my body will be the hardest. I need you to understand. I need you to understand that the years of photoshopped magazine covers and standards didn’t surpass me and I need you to understand I need you to love me enough for the both of us. Cause I’ve never loved myself, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to.

Never tell someone you are tired of listening to them. They will never want to tell you anything ever again.

You can always tell when someone is in love, for it is how they speak the others name.

Everyone always gets tired of me eventually.

Sometimes I don’t know why I cry. I just do.

After you ended what would be the last time we’d talk on the phone, I finally realized I had never felt so alone.