I want to come back here, sometimes it feels like I need to come back here, but there's still so many people that just won't go away. Don't really know what to do. There's some of you that I miss dearly.
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I want to come back here, sometimes it feels like I need to come back here, but there's still so many people that just won't go away. Don't really know what to do. There's some of you that I miss dearly.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.
It’s not that I don’t love you.
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hancesolo replied to your post: tumblr’s lack of a real block function...
faults like this make me consider leaving. the block function just does not do what it should or what it has to. sucks.
Yeah. I'm sorry, dear. ;_; That's exactly the same reason I'm teetering on the edge of blowing this whole thing up, but then it's like "lol years of my time wasted". I don't understand why adding a legitimate block function is so hard for tumblr when every other social site in existence has it.
tumblr's lack of a real block function makes me want to cry, like what is this ignore bullshit I'm not in kindergarten I don't think the solution to any of my problems is LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEARRRR YOUUUUUUUUUU.
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