unrequited love is my middle name

Super into writing cheesy and cringey poetry about one boy.

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"I want my feelings for you to go away, but I don't want them to."

- 2:04 AM thoughts

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SEPT 24, 2023

“Things will get better.”

I hate that phrase. I hate it. I despise it. If I’m in a bad mood and someone says, “don’t worry, things will get better”

You can bet you’ve made my day worse.

“But, things will get better.”

…. Okay but what does that really mean? Your current situation will get better, or the whole grand scheme of life?

They should add some more words to that statement. Oversimplification is ignorant.

“But, things will get better.”

When? That’s what they told me 9 years ago after I failed to end my life.

If things are supposed to get better, how come they haven’t? Why do I continuously self-loathe and look forward to the day I take my last breath?

Maybe it’s a ‘me’ problem. That’s usually what they say it is. But I see it more as a “them” problem.

Because we fixate on this saying: “Things will get better”

but no one prepares you for what happens when things get worse.

- // conversation with myself //

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Author update/journal

Hi everyone. Thank you for all of the support over the years. I started this tumblr page as a stupid, depressed junior in high school who had an unrequited love.

Since getting into college, I started dating someone my sophomore year. Because of that, I never really posted on the account anymore.

Today, my boyfriend and I broke up and I feel so lost. How did things change so much? I cant help but look at the past and wonder how two people who were so in love are no longer together. It was a mutual break up, and we were long distance for most of our relationship.

I’m a senior in college now, and my mental health has deteriorated quite a bit. With this breakup as well, I actually don’t know what I’m going to do.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I might be a little more active on the page than usual, but we will see.

Im trying to calm myself down as I know that the breakup was for the best, but now I actually am too scared to ever be in a relationship again. I’m scared of how quickly things changed.

Anywho, I’m going to try to distract myself with YouTube videos and Netflix now, but hopefully more content will be in this account.

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"I can't believe I actually thought I could be loved. You made me believe when I shouldn't have."

4:28 PM thoughts **I am not loved**

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"What is life without passion, love and hope?"

4:21PM thoughts // what does it mean to be alive //

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"I feel so alone. Even when I'm not alone."

11:19PM thoughts ((I want to go home))

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“I just want you to love me the way I love you.”

- 11:26PM thoughts / you tell me you miss me, but how come I don’t believe you?

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“I look back and wonder, did you ever think about me the way I thought of you?”

- 3:40 AM thoughts // it’s over but I still wonder

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"Maybe I don't love you. Maybe I do."

2:04 PM thoughts // maybe

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“You don’t love me like you used to.”

- 2:19 AM thoughts // it’s over

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“Why am I hurting so much every time I talk to you? Why have things changed?”

- 2:47 AM thoughts

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“I finally thought you were the one for me.”

- 11:44 PM thoughts

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“My heart has been broken too many times for it to work again.”

- 5:52 PM thoughts // i can’t do it anymore

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“You told me you wanted me, and now you won’t even talk to me.”

- 10:08 PM thoughts please get out of my head

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“I should be over you, I want to be over you, but I’m not over you.”

9:30 PM thoughts 

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rain

I sit in my room alone, eyes closed, mind filled with thoughts I want to ignore,  listening to

the rain.

It falls. Hard, soft, peaceful. Repeat.

Over and over, the pattern

continues.

I love and hate the rain. Sometimes it helps me sleep, helps me 

cry. Other times, it reminds me of myself.

Constantly falling: hard, soft, peaceful.

repeat.

Just like the rain, sometimes I fall out of nowhere

other times, I am able to predict it.

Right now, I hate the rain. It brings thunder and lightning, shaking my house, waking me up. 

I can’t sleep. It’s pouring and I can’t stop wondering where my umbrella went.

-12:05 AM thoughts im falling once again

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cycle

i follow a cycle

i meet a guy, he treats me well, i fall for him

that’s my mistake.

he tells me how beautiful i am, how precious i am to him

and i believe his lies.

and then he stops talking to me and starts talking to someone he used to love.

when will this cycle end? more specifically,

when will i learn that love is too good to be true?

- 3:50pm thoughts