i was never meant for this type of stuff anyways.

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i was never meant for this type of stuff anyways.
sometimes i wonder if we're better off as friends than lovers
HEEJIN, OLIVIA HYE — 1st Look Magazine, August 2022
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Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, featured in The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
[Text ID: I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia―and a great deal of love.]
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
Gabriel García Márquez
[The little things? The little moments? — They aren't little.
-Jon Kabat-Zinn]
im just so tired of being the first. it'd be nice if someone considered me first.
when alina said this.
why did the idea of us being apart/separate even cross your mind? all you've done was condition me to need you and want you 24/7 but when it really came down to it, why did that thought even occur in the first place? all i ever wanted was you. all i wanted was to be with you. i wanted you to be everything for me. i only ever needed you. you forced me to grow up and not rely on you. why. i feel like a fucking child. i feel fucking alone again. why.
yall ever just, keep your eyes closed so that all the tears won't run
i think i was born to be lonely. my whole life i've always been a plus one or a third wheel. i've never once been anyone's first thought. i've never once been considered first by anyone. why do i have to be the one to initiate everything? no one ever thinks about how i would feel, instead i'm forced to just swallow my own emotions for the sake of everyone else's. put on a smile and pretend everything's okay; that i'm okay. why do i feel lonely whilst being in the company of people? i don't think i will ever feel fulfilled or content with my place in a lot of people's lives. i'm just no more than a body itself. i came into this world by myself and i'm leaving this world by myself. maybe i should just continue keeping things to myself. nothing ever goes great whenever i vocalize anything anyways. i wish someone understood the voices in my head and understood that everything is just really hard for me mentally. i wish someone lived in my head, i'd like them to know how complicated and complex my thoughts are.
“there was a time i couldn’t find pochita. he was gone when i woke up in the morning… so i looked all over town but couldn’t find him. i thought a devil might’ve eaten him. but when i got home, he was crying waiting for me. i remember being so relieved, i fell asleep holding him.”
“i wonder how she felt when she tried to sleep, knowing that devil had meowy.”