Consistency is required, but how can one stay consistent if they do not know what to do next?

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Consistency is required, but how can one stay consistent if they do not know what to do next?
Fuck Girl...
I’m a fuckgirl. I call myself a fuckgirl, thinking I’m trying to control the situation. I hear that fuckboys try to use sympathy and guilt to control their partners and I think back. Do I do that? Am I purposely using my emotions that could be fake just to control someone because I’m lonely. And as soon as I’m out of one I want another one knowing I’m not ready to be with a new person. I’m so fucked up, maybe I’m convincing myself I’m actually a good person, when in reality I’m ruining another persons life.
Lonely...
How can one be lonely but still have people who care about you? How can it feel like you’re completely empty. That no one is there, that no one cares. I don’t know what’s happening. Everything keeps getting bad and it can’t be stopped. It would be like trying to stop a train with just your body.
It’s bad this time...
It’s worse this time. Unlike one day where I’m crying and vomiting for a few hours. It lasts days, interfering with my thoughts and actions. I’m trapped in my own head. Watching what I do to myself and others. Knowing I should stop. But I all I can do is cry and say sorry. I ruin everything.
I’m Sorry...
That’s all I say, like it makes anything better. I get hurt and take it out on the nearest person. Why is it so easy to lay here, in my bed, listening to sad music, and say the things to hurt people I care about? Is it because I want them to be in pain too? To understand how I’m feeling. No one understands to feel pain. I hurt the ones I care about, and wonder why they don’t fight for me when I push them away.
I wish...
I wish I wasn’t like this. Numb. Shoving down my emotions. Knowing I should feel. That if I just let myself feel, my emotions would be a force to be reckoned with. I know I have them. That I should use them, before I lose everyone close to me. Before I push them away. I fear it will happen. And I will be left behind for not changing.
IT IS 2AM AND IM TALKING TO SOMEONE ABOUT SEX AND ANOTHER ABOUT DRUGS, WHILE WATCHING TICK TOCK....WHAT!?!?
You know, I chucked a blanket at my moms face when she turned the volume up too loudly on the tv, and woke me up from my nap, then stormed off... I’m 17 years old.
I dream of you...
I’m dream of you. I don’t understand, but I do. Smiling, laughing in the sunlight. I don’t remember much. I just know we were happy there. In my made up world, of love and warmth. Why do I dream of you. Why do I dream of you, when I know it’ll be real. I will just remember who you were in my head. When you were good to me, and still loved me...
i ca;nt bleiev clowns r real.;;; wha tthe fuck….
DID YOU JUST DISCOVER MIRRORS?
SHUT UP!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Millenial: “Don’t say g*psy or r*tard. They are slurs, just like the n-word, which you also shouldn’t say.”
Boomer: “More PC crap? They are not slurs you are just a snowflake.”
Gen Z: “Okay Boomer.”
Boomer: “SLUR! That’s a slur and you can’t say that!”
might fuck around and read a 600 page physical published book in one sitting like it’s 2006 and I’m being bullied in middle school so I take refuge in the library and inhale books at a frightening speed that I have not been able to replicate since
Just two girls buried in a grave six feet apart
Oh my god they were tombmates.
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THOR: RAGNAROK 2017 | dir. Taika Waititi
Awkward.
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