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thinksomniac:

I can’t tell if I’m angry or upset but whatever this emotion is, it makes me want to run away from everybody I know and never see or hear of any of them again.

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too true

Via the world is square.

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July 2, 2011


I don’t want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can’t even see it, something that’s drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.

Cat’s Eye, Margaret Atwood (via apathie)

(Source: thechocolatebrigade)

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June 29, 2011


YOU KNOW MY NAME; 
NOT MY STORY
 

Alive but not living. 

I’m probably the most unladylike immature person I know. I curse like a sailor and I sometimes like to drink milk from the box carton. 

I’m most of the time weird and awkward. But I also think I’m hilarious. I seriously wonder why no one’s in love with me. 

I can’t snap or whistle. I’m incapable of swallowing pills, capsules or tablets so I’m still on syrup. 

Sometimes I think that the only thing that’s going right in my life is my hair. 

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June 28, 2011