Maybe I’ll never be important. Maybe I’ll always mess everything up.
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Maybe I’ll never be important. Maybe I’ll always mess everything up.
It’s like you don’t even listen to me.
tell me what’s wrong with me. what you hate about me. i’ll fix it, i swear, i’ll fix myself for you.
i can be your personal chameleon if you just show me the right colors.
i feel so much guilt for everything i do
I need someone to make me feel special, Make me feel needed, Loved. Need someone to spoil me and treat me like a princess. and fuck me like a whore
how it feels whenever i post on here. (;ω;)
am i better than everyone
or
is everyone better than me
do i hate everyone
or
does everyone hate me
hmm decisions decisions
anybody else feel like there is something deeply wrong with them that can never be fixed?
i rly wish i could have a body i wouldn’t hate
Inside you there are two wolves…
You should send me a long paragraph detailing exactly how you see me and how you feel about me.
normalize having favorites. in fact, normalize me being your favorite. normalize loving me more than you’ve ever loved anyone else. please please please please please please
even platonically, i love intensely
sometimes when i can’t sleep i wonder if your life flashed before your eyes, in the fraction of a second before the bullet hit your brain. did you have time to relive your best memories, to feel relief?
did you have time to be scared?
every time i get close to someone i feel like a stray dog trying to live in a house. like i don’t know where to put my body or how loud i’m allowed to be.
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.