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Why is it so hard to tell what it is on my mind? I don't know what is on my mind but i just want to speak my thoughts. How can i speak the emptiness?

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I just can't take it anymore. I'm so tired.

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The worst feeling I have felt is when my 62 years old boss sexually assaulted me and then tried to convince me that he was just trying to get to know me. When I quit my job, he accused me of looking like a whore.

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I am the person who sits in a corner at a social event.

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anxiety attacks don’t always comes and goes like a hurricane. sometimes they take days, weeks for it to stop. you wake up, and you feel a familiar tightness in your chest. nausea. you feel like throwing up at any second. your whole body aces. you feel nothing. zero emotion. just emptiness, and desperateness. a darkness holding you but not tight enough to keep you up. because in those attacks, the darkness is the only thing you can hold anchor to.

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I hate when people automatically ask for my respect just because they are older than me. I don't have to give you a shit, I don't know you, you have to earn it.

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two weeks ago i had one of the best nights of my life. i went to a tango night. i fell in love 3 times. 3 beautiful men danced with me. we didnt know each other, we just used each other's bodies to create art, the art that i fell in love with. the weather was soothing, the music was perfect. i close my eyes and let go. did not even think for one moment if i was doing anything wrong. the moves were tainted only by feelings. what we created was art. i barely remember their faces, but i could never forget what i have felt when i've rest my head against them. we hold each other for 10 minutes and danced. i fell in love for 10 minutes to 3 stranger men.

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mothers know best

parents, they think they know the best right? they rarely do. sure they maybe thinking what is best for their kids but they dont know the best for them, they know what is best for "themselves". they push us from a cliff thinking we want to fly, but our wings breaks. when we fall they blame us for not being able to carry "their" dreams. love is blind. parents nevers see what their kids want. they try to not to repeat the mistakes they made when they were young by putting their minds into our bodies and souls. but they never try to correct their own lives.

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depression feels like being wraped in a blanket in a sunny day and still feeling cold, and feeling like a burden for being cold.