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“Don’t kill flowers growing inside of you for someone who doesn’t appreciate the way you bloom.”
— Billy Chapata
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Never good enough for anyone
I'm 34 years old. I thought maybe one day I'll be good enough for this world.... but sadly, I am not.
I'm never good enough for anyone. Life is easier to live without friends or family or relationships... but life is really lonely without them. I am tired of feeling like a constant disappointment to those around me - like im never good enough for them. And it's probably true. I thought maybe as I got older, I wouldn't feel like a useless piece of shit. Where I sit here and cry, feeling like the world would be without me. How many times I've done this same routine - crying as I type on Tumblr.
All i've ever wanted was to feel beautiful and like a good person. Maybe successful in a career, married, and a happy ever after. I feel like a leech of joy in other people's lives. I drain other people of their happiness in their lives with my horrible attitude and selfish behavior. I just dont think people realize he broken i am inside and i'll never live up to anything. It seems like all i rver do is push those in my life away. I am not a good person. I am selfish. I am needy. I dont know how to break my cycle of destructive behavior.
I can't keep up with lifes constant demands so i use other people's to fulfill what i am missing. It's subconscious. I can't explain it. But i know it's something i seek in an attention seeking way.
Anyways, I just sometimes wish i could die so I can just disappear. Everyone would be happier without me. I can't stop crying.
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Lets get wet in the rain together,
“why am i only capable of writing when i am sad?”
Richard Siken: “Because the vocabulary of joy is grunts and moans and the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary.”