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This blog is where I whisper what I can’t speak.

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this is why I enjoy being a heartless bitch.

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I want a real man so bad.

my mother is right. I mean what am I doing? what i’m hanging out with you because you’re fucking familiar? ugh. come on.

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and here I am again, reminded by one of the few reasons I decided to leave you. and although i’m over you, it’s almost like some things never change. you never fail to amaze me how much you value a dollar over me. i’m not even asking for much, and I get it we’re not even together anymore but it’s like you want to have me in your life but at a discounted rate and that shit actually bothers my soul. if i’m going to buy my own food then why are you here? I just don’t understand what exactly i’m gaining from keeping you in my life. please fucking enlighten me? because I know what I bring to the table. so what are you bringing exactly? and I don’t want to hear fucking love.. sorry sweetheart that ship has sailed. my heart no longer values your love as a valid currency LOL.

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I wish it would stop. the familiarity, the ache.

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I just went into the car auto shop nearby I have no car but I’m curious lol

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and after months, the realization that maybe something’s just don’t change. here I am June 26, 2026. still going for long walks because it feels like for a moment I am able to run away. the walks are serving as mini moments of escape.

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a beautiful moment where I captured the essence of the sunset

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I went shopping for jewelry to celebrate myself.

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maybe the reason

I haven’t taken any photos

is because

I don’t know

what version of myself

would be staring back

I don’t like the idea

of seeing my face

possibly displaying

everything

I’ve been feeling

everything

I’ve been carrying

all of it

there

captured

in one still moment

of time

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I'm exhausted

i think i’ve reached the point where my passion the endless loop of days fading together no longer inspire me

my mind longs for rest, but my fingers feel as though they are being hauled across my keyboard trying to translate what only my soul knows

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A stack of books

A floral bag of makeup items

My vibrator

60 count of mini silver binder clips

Natures Bounty Hair, Skin and Nails gummies

PreNatal MultiVitamins

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sometimes I don't feel anything

emptiness engulfs my soul

and leaves me with nothing.