Error.exe

Messages we all want to send but for some reason or another they never get through. Mixed with some of my personal messages that I've never sent. All art and pictures go to their respective creators unless stated otherwise.

[failedtosendtryagain]

"I knew you'd become tired of me. Everybody does eventually. I just didn't think you'd leave me behind right in front of my eyes."

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"To be loved is to be known. Can you truly love somebody who is unable to be known? Can that person feel your love if they truly have no idea who they even are?"

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"The pistanthrophobia comes from the athazagoraphobia, either way I'm fucked in this never ending cycle. I don't trust anybody because everybody seems to forget about me."

[rosiecheeks777]

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"I can take care of somebody else because I love them. I hate myself so why would I take care of me?"

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"Sometimes I forget this part of myself under the guise that I am too old to be so openly emotional, and then I remind myself that crippling mental illness and an under developed frontal lobe are key ingredients for a person such as myself. A people pleaser who despite trying to do nothing but good, has their own faults thrown into their face repeatedly. Breaking under the pressure. I guess the straw actually broke the camel's back."

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"I just wish I were dead because then I wouldn't be able to dump all this shit on you. I can't block you, I don't want to avoid you, I just can't stand to make my problems your own. So I just don't speak to you at all. For that I'm sorry."

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"I'm sorry I don't even know what's wrong with me anymore. I want to fucking end this round and round of me being okay, or at least pretending to be. Then suddenly I can't hold it anymore and I say a few stupid things that are so surface level that its funny! Hilarious really! Then immediately go back to being "fine". If I could tell you what's wrong with me I would. But I couldn't even if I fucking tried."

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"I know I'm trying too hard to fake this but I'm depressed and suicidal as fuck and its easier to fake being happy to you than deal with telling you my emotions AND watching you struggle with not being to help me at all."

[failedtosendtryagain]

"I forgot isn't good enough. You never let me live down forgetting anything. But forgetting the refill on my medication after yelling at me for not taking it consistently is totally my fault huh? Fuck you."

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"I love how quick people are to see that my depression never stops, and that I cry about the same things. Because by that point they've decided not to worry when I say things like, I want to kill myself. Just because I haven't done it the first nine times doesn't mean that I won't the tenth."

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"I want to kill myself and the only thing stopping me are these shaking hands and the person sleeping in the bedroom."

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"It's a never ending monologue and when I take a breath I switch up my diction without having a choice."

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"My mother's never been proud of me but my father would be proud of this joint I rolled."

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"I knew it but hearing you admit it just makes it that much worse. I was never anything to you. I was everything I could have sworn I was. I was every bit as worthless as I knew I was. Thank you, for clarifying."

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"My brain keeps telling me that I'm a liar. That it couldn't have happened because I wasn't pretty enough or skinny enough. It wasn't real because I was a tease. Because I had feelings. I was just getting what I wanted. The attention I wanted. My brain tells me that I'm just upset because I wish it'd happen now. That I'd be better off if it happened now. That I'm not pretty unless it happens. My brain tells me that because she doesn't want me naked and horny all the time that I'm disgusting. That if I were sex repulsed she'd love me more. That I'm going to lose her one day because I'm not actually hypersexual I'm just a pathetic sex addict. That my feelings are irrelevent if she's not happy. My brain tells me that I'm only good if I serve others and keep my mouth shut. My brain makes me hate myself for telling anybody these things. For being weak. Disobedient. Im sorry. Im so sorry."

[sensuhals]

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