Vent Art

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I'm almost out of my meds and I can't afford to go to the doctor yet, so if anyone has anything to spare, even a dollar, I'd really appreciate it

Cash app $pythonstring

Venmo Crime-and-Punishment

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Failing is all I can manage these days

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I can't even manage not being abused for two fucking seconds. I'm just made for it, I guess, I'm just made to be hurt and manipulated and used until I'm thrown away

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Overwhelmed

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do I really miss what we were or do I just miss the attention? do I really miss you or do I just miss feeling alive? I wish I knew

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but what can i do? you called me paranoid

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Throughout our lives it seems like everyone is searching for love. Yearning for it for some reason or another. What is love though? The sweet infatuation of your first crush? A slight touch of a hand on yours? A kiss lit by nothing but the stars?

They say that your friends’ love means nothing in comparison and advocate for people who are miserable together to marry. Is that love?

Is love the feeling of home I have beside you? The fear I feel when you’re away? Am I in love when I can’t look you in the eyes and say I’m scared? That I can’t remember what I need to say to be healthy, to not scare you? Am I only in love with the good I see? What do I do?

I am in love and I know it. I just don’t know how to stay in love and how to show it all to you. If I could pour my heart out to show you what I feel you’d never question whether or not I care.

Effort and crying and ruin and everything good falls away. Am I worth anything at all? Or am I another person to throw out? I don’t know and I doubt I’ll ever know. I just hope that you think I’m worth the worry. I’m only worth as much as you say anyhow.

I should know what I’m doing wrong, but I don’t. And I’m scared.

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Wait, I’m not sure I want to know

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You don’t need touch me, you only need ask

I’ll bend to your will, you’ll drink from a flask

You tell me you hate me, then why am I here?

Tell me your thoughts, your feelings, your fears

I’ll eat a breakfast, a piece of french toast

I’ll watch you get high, I feel like a ghost

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I'm so fucking tired of being character development for someone who doesn't care about me

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I'm sorry that I loved you wrong. For my mistakes and missteps. I was 15 when we met. Nearly 8 years of a relationship thrown out. Using my triggers, which you know very well by this point, to get an alter out who you know is afraid. Maybe one day you'll apologize to me for something.

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You know, maybe it's my bad for not thinking that the 19 year old moving in with a 16 year old might be a dick.

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I hope everyone is doing alright today, make sure you eat something and drink something to stay alive

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Why wasn’t I enough for her?

Why did I let myself be friendless and alone while giving her all I had?

Why can’t I blame her?

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Please let me be different, I want to be good