Taking my short boyfriend out but keeping an eye on him so that the hawks don’t get to him whilst I’m not looking.
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oozey mess

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Taking my short boyfriend out but keeping an eye on him so that the hawks don’t get to him whilst I’m not looking.
When i don't overthink about my past, i overthink about my future.
-a busy overthinker
Bro I’m so tired of this life.
I don't deserve happiness I wish everyone in my life would just cut me off so I could kill myself without feeling like I'm hurting anyone
There's only 1 person who has even asked if I'm doing okay recently and I feel like pure shit for lying to him and saying I was when in reality I was fucking dying inside but it felt good that there was at least one person who was even concerned for me and I'll always be grateful for that still wanna fucking end it all though
my frogs w burnout series
Thinking about how little girls will go to an event and immediately locate another little girl to become best friends with for the rest of the day. Remembering best friendships that lasted only for the afternoon at the pool, or the cookout, or the week-long camping trip, or the wedding reception. They were short and sweet, but even decades later I can still remember them 💗
Cutting off a long-term abuser is the wildest thing because some days you don’t want anything to do with them and you wish you had never met them and other days you miss them in the way you miss an old best friend and you hope they’re doing well. Plus the whole time deep down you know you just hope they’re becoming a better person so that they never treat another person the way they treated you.
How is it fucking fair
That I have so many things carved into my mind
That I still have flashbacks
Still wake up feeling your hands on me
Have so many repressed memories
And you get to keep going like nothing happened
Why do you get to move on and forget and I don’t
“What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.”
Looking for Alaska
he loves me… he loves me not
to be honest, thinking the abuse was my fault was easier
Thanks mom.
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Dude, you know I’m doing bad when I escape to tumblr.