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i came back and reblogged one thing. time to disappear for two years again.
being in your early 20s is about *starts to cry uncontrollably*
because i have nowhere else to vent, i’ve resorted back to tumblr lmfao.
here’s an emotional baggage dump:
i’m over my supposed “best friend.” i love her to death but she is so bad for my mental health. i don’t know what her deal is anymore. she’s so nice and normal with my boyfriend but so cold and distant to me. (i do not in any way think she has a thing for him, i know for a fact that is impossible lmao) it really pisses me off though because i don’t know what i did. i understand that she suffers from mental illness that causes her to lash out and react the way she does. i am understanding and patient with it. i understand that she thinks she will never be the same after the issues with her current boyfriend. i know she probably feels some type of way about me because she knows i don’t necessarily support her staying in the realtionship (why would i???)
i’ve just always felt like her less important, disposable friend. even before the boyfriend and mental illness thing. and im tired of being ignored, met with excuses, and only being there when it’s convenient.
i literally have a post i made at the age of 15 STILL making tons of notes (134+k) and i love to see it because i no longer care about the person i originally wrote it about and that’s on growth
ANON HOUR STARTS NOW. NOTHING DELETED. EVERYTHING ANSWERED
Saying “f**k” whilst having sex is the same as shouting “parkour!” When doing parkour
untitled by Nicole O'Connor
im so full of emotions i never show
Grays may be colors that we just can’t see.
we all deserve someone who at the end of the day says “ i missed u so much today ”
i was feelin the whole purple thing today