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I just need someone to notice how dead my eyes are. Please. That's all I need. I need someone other than myself to notice how much will power it's taking me to live, how bad the dark circles under my eyes are getting. How quiet I've been. Please someone notice and give me some comfort so I know I'm not completely alone with my despair.

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...and the cycle is starting again. I'm beginning to self destruct, I thought I was doing good but with the flick of a switch everything is suddenly too much.

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I want to be able to bare my neck for someone, to allow their lips to brush my skin without them latching their teeth to my windpipe and tearing it out. Is it too much to ask for someone not to stain their mouth with my trust, so often misplaced? I know I have the ability to be good, but I become a nervous dog when someone gets too close.

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And If I were to ever tell you about the darkness inside my head or even dare to let you get a tiny glimpse of all the hurt and anger I hide inside my heart, you would run and I wouldn't blame you. How could I ever expect someone to be able to handle me at my worst when my worst is all I have left and I can barely handle that?

[unmedicatedyouth]

My mind when my body is forced to endure yet another traumatic situation:

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"I'm so tired of not knowing what you want from me. I'm trying, fuck."

[unmedicatedyouth]

"I'm fine." Is one of the most common lies people tell others and themselves. Are you really fine or are you just tired of trying to explain why you're upset to people who won't ever understand?

[unmedicatedyouth]

Go ahead, watch me as I rot day by day. I reach out to you for help but all you do is sit there and watch me decompose and act as if what I'm screaming...begging...pleading for isn't important. The only thing that gives a damn about me is the cat, but it's only because I feed him.

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OKAY BUT IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES

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People wear crosses to feel close to God.

I do the same except my God is Ethel Cain.

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[coulsons-band]

pedro pascal doesn’t owe you shit.

it is absolutely fine to be disappointed by his absence at cannes. i am too. but he does not have to be there.

for whatever reason he’s pulling away from the attention. the esquire article talked about how guarded he is and his socials have really slowed down. maybe he’s unprepared or overwhelmed by all the tlou hype. i mean his follower count went up by the tens of thousands the day after the premiere. that’s insane.

but some of you have lost the plot. the ones wearing d*ddy’s little girl shirts in fucking public and yelling d*ddy at him at events and trying to convince everyone whether he’s queer or not and complaining there isn’t an explicit scene of him fucking in the strange way of life. it’s not a gay porn made for your fetish. ‘oh but narcos!!’ that’s called characterization. read literally any article from almodovar and understand why sex isn’t the point.

interacting with paparazzi content and making cute little edits - jfc. that’s creating demand and supply and paparazzi know no fucking boundaries. man’s got anxiety and no doubt the paps and fans watching his every move are probably making that worse.

let him make movies and rotate through his four shirts in peace. pedro pascal doesn’t owe anyone shit.

[unmedicatedyouth]

AMEN 🙌✨

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My delusional heart has been broken 😭😭😭

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