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One Nice Bug Per Day
EXPECTATIONS

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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@onthebrightblueworld
Ready to be depressed again with @postmodernbimbo
@postmodernbimbo
Life feels like there’s something missing
Maybe it’s you
just a very emotional little bug
sitting on a train after saying goodbye to your best friend on nye should be illegal for dramatics like me.
This is all we will be talking about until further notice @lactatingscarlettjohansson
Home sweet home
Will I ever recover from this night? Probably not.
october walk
A must read for everyone. Heart wrenching, but so important and extremely prevalent.
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Such a strange feeling to feel like I don’t have a place that truly feels like home anymore. I went back home to boise to visit my fam and it felt so good to be back but I also felt like I didn’t belong. Like my life is already so far removed after just two months. Everyone has continued moving forward with their lives and I’m just stuck in this in between, alone. I’ve been feeling like that a lot lately, that I don’t have a place where I belong anymore. A place that feels like it’s mine. A place that’s safe. Safe from anxiety. Safe from loneliness. I’m so tired of being in between places. Of transitions and starting over. Of never feeling a true sense of home. It’s exhausting.
I got sick and threw up in my mouth at the thought of ever missing out, on the bright blue world...
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath