uh oh i miss something i can’t name again. i want to go home to something that doesn’t exist again. does anyone have a gun
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uh oh i miss something i can’t name again. i want to go home to something that doesn’t exist again. does anyone have a gun
No one fucking cares how romantic, loving, or honest you are if you're ugly.
I have very strong sense of self because I never belonged anywhere
I wish that I could be a king.
Then I'd know that I am not alone.
-Marilyn Manson, In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
At this point, if someone ever did love me, I doubt I'd believe it. No one ever has, and I'm so used to being either ignored or rejected, that I would find it more likely for someone who claimed to love me to be mocking me than to be in earnest. Every assurance would seem like sarcasm, and my doubt would make them tire of me even faster than they would otherwise. Then I would at least have the comfort of knowing that I didn't get too attached. Even if someone managed to convince me that they loved me, why would I accept it? If I truly cared for them, I'd want them to be with someone better.
“She had a look of suffering and I was struck less by her beauty than by the extraordinary loneliness in her eyes.”
— Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (via sofiazerkalo)
I like myself as a person, but I hate the experience of being myself in this world. I don't fit in here. Everything hurts.
Thinking about how I will never belong anywhere. How much I wish I had a relationship, friends, my own little family. And the more time passes the more I realize I will never have that. And it breaks my heart a little more every day.
I'm not the type of person people fall in love with.
There's something wrong with me. I don't know what it is, but eventually everyone sees it. I've struggled a lot with making friends since I was a little kid, and I've grown and changed as one does. But whatever is broken or missing inside me never healed.
I pretty much constantly experience a deep sense of loneliness. It's bad when I'm alone, but a lot worse in the company of others.
But that's the thing. If he came back to ruin me, I'd let him burn my life down just so I could see him one more time.
“I’m sensitive. I over think every little thing, and I care way too much.”
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Everybody shut up I'm sinking into a daydream universe where I'm loved and nothing is wrong
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima Mon Amour (tr. by Richard Seaver), 1959
The years pass by and when I think of you there’s still that lump in my throat. It starts with that till every single cell in my body falls apart. The years pass by and I’m nothing but a faint memory for you. No, faint memory is still a bit much, you’ve forgotten me.
— three years and counting
“I’m not a smart man… But I know what love is.”
— Forest Gump