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I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alone in my entire life. My friends have moved away, and even when they were here it wasn’t the same. The friends I made through you are yours and now all gone. I have nothing. I have no one. And I only have myself to blame. I fucked everything up and I feel like I’ll never be myself again. I don’t want to feel anything anymore

I don’t really have anyone I want to talk to about this so I’ll just post here. Tumblr? In 2022? That’s got to be a new rock bottom or something.

I really went and fucked up everything. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t feel like I deserve any second chances from anyone. I’m 28 and I still feel like I haven’t figured anything out. I move from one day to the next without any regard to make any changes. I’m so poorly adjusted. I don’t want to rot but I don’t feel like I can do anything to make sure that doesn’t happen. I want to be alone and I want to be with people. I want to be hated for what I am and I want to be loved.

I never wanted this to happen and now I’ve lost everything. I don’t know what to do and it feels like nails are scratching against the chalkboard of my heart. A constant sting, reminding me of my sin. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.

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averagefairy

ok can we agree that the WORST feeling is when you’re just sitting around consciously procrastinating and you’re just overly aware that each second that passes is more time wasted and you like watch hours pass and you’re STILL procrastinating and you CANT STOP and your panicked brain is trapped inside a body that refuses to be productive and inside you’re screaming but outwardly you’re just eating chips

bbcsherlock

honestly me

help-n-quotes

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

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illinicoise

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

spn-fandom-breathing-heavily

not even risking that shit

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scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.

tumblgang

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

skuubasally

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

luckytaters

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

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Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

angiebkxo-deactivated20180626

i really fcking hate whoever first made this post! like seriously… im tired of coming across it 😤 ima always hit reblog tho cuz fck that

dmvkidcudi

This the first post I seen reach 2 mill, imma still reblog tho, sry not sry

humansofnewyork

“I always wanted to be a mental health therapist. Ever since high school, I’ve enjoyed encouraging people and giving them hope. But I lost my way. I got caught in a world of addiction. I lost ten years of my life to drugs. I stopped when I became pregnant with my child, but by that time it was too late to go back to school. I started working as an office manager. I never completely lost my dream. But I just put it on a shelf for thirty years. Then five years ago I to…ok it off the shelf. I heard a lady in my choir talking about how she enrolled in community college. I drove there the very next day. I was so nervous when I filled out the application. I was so nervous the first day of class. All the old voices were telling me: ‘You never finish anything.’ But I said ‘fuck you’ to the old voices. And I started getting A’s. On my first test, I got the only perfect score in the class. I graduated at the age of 50. I got my Masters at 55. And just last night I completed a mental health first aid course. I’m so close now. There’s still fear there. I used to be afraid of it never happening. Now I’m afraid of it happening. The old voices try to come back sometimes. They tell me: ‘You can rest,’ or ‘You’ve earned a break.’ But I’m not stopping this time. Somebody out there is waiting for me to finish because they need my help.“