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IF YOU USE POLY RELATIONSHIPS AS AN EXCUSE TO CHEAT FUCK YOU!!!!!
i think i should distance myself from everyone ā
I hate when people with a lot of friends say āiām all aloneā.
No, you never felt loneliness.
You never wondered whatās wrong with you and why nobody wants ti be your friend in the first place.
People notice when your mood change.
People ask you to hang out.
You never spend entire weeks at home because nobody choose you to hang out with.
You donāt cry at night with a feeling of loneliness so high that you feel an empty hole inside your stomach.
Fuck all the depressed stuff i need to be cracked by sukuna
Hi everyone iām new to jiraiblr, sorry if i dont get it right at the start (I obviously researched before this) and if anyone would like to help me iāll be happy!
English is not my first language, Iām really sorry
Anyone who wants to be moots?
Iām such a failure.
In one months restarts school and im gonna rip my skin off
Unfortunately for yall i woke up
I hate when people canāt see the wrong in their actions, but see the wrong in yours.
iām gonna die alone.
fuck the original meaning of that song it can be about anything you want it to be
i wish to be by you forever.
The hills.
I do not use this blog for people to actually read it, but i need to let everything out of me, everything is eating me inside like little bugs walking around my bones and eating my flesh alive.
I have this memory from when I was around 11, I lived in the countryside at the time, I was walking with my best friends exploring all the nature around.
We ended up on the hills, full of green grass, fields and a little house in the centre.
We ran around, i felt freedom from the family abuse I was living, I tough about my abusive stepmother who used to hit me, about my silent and submissive father, about my mother&sisters who didnāt knew anything of this, and when I tried to talk to them about this⦠somehow it was my fault.
How it couldāve be? A eleven years old begging to bring them back to theyāre motherās house because they were scolded and locked in the house every day? Because they couldnāt express themself? Because they couldnāt speak without getting yelled on?
On those hills I felt like everything was fake, like none of that never existed.
I was happy, i was free.
On those hills I hadnāt to pretend to be in a happy family, I had no masks there.
Rmb: english is not my first language
[sexting] tell me you won't leave me
[sexting] tell me you still want me