sighitswanya

feels, rants, and basically everything i feel in an unorganized area called tumblr

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Can you drop it low low low low low

for you indubitably

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they call me recycling bc i get used over over and over again!

[dliz11]

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This is so funny to me bc in high school i knew a Hmong kid who whenever i fucked up would slam his fist on the desk, look at me angerlly and say “Dishonor!"😂😂😂

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i miss him

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a couple days ago and even still now, i was sad for reasons i couldn’t understand. i thought i was sad because i don’t have a bestfriend. i thought I was sad because i missed my ex. i felt like everyone was against me when the truth is, no one was. but now i figured out what this feeling is. i don’t know why i hadn’t realized that the feeling that i was feeling was something i had experienced a lot as a child. loneliness. yeah i have a ton of friends, and yeah i’m never alone, i just don’t know what is it. i just feel alone. i looked up the word lonely and saw the words “unaccompanied” “unloved” “outcast”. ever since I was a child, I have always feared those three things and now in this age, science has names for them. isolophobia. autophobia. rhadophobia. even if you do have friends, you could still feel alone. i don’t quite understand why im feeling like this, but im feeling it. I don’t know what to do.

[auntymurda]

You ever sat back and realized how much you allowed yourself to suffocate at one point in time because you were too kind?

[the-perfect-aesthetic]

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im what you would call "a work in progress"

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i hate getting anxiety in front of your coach and you end up lookin like a wuss

[rememeory]

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accurate

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when you're falling in a forest and nobody's around, do you ever really crash or even make a sound?

did i even make a sound?

~ waving through a window, dear evan hansen

[enjoy-the-life-baby]

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internet friends wanted!

guys i need some internet friends so please hmu and lets be friends!! dONT BE SHY!! 

info about me because people are weird and just need to know before they commit lmao:

im a 15 year old girl, im far from being an introvert, and im pretty much hoping that i find some good people here and not crazy jacked up ones.

i like horror movies, poetry, eating icecream, american horror story and theres more to it but im just not into writing more.

don’t even have to like just message me so we could just rant to each other, talk to each other, and just talk about random shit  

oKAY THANks BYe

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​everyone deserves second chances right?

but not everyone uses them right. then i shouldn’t have been surprised when they took advantage of the privileges i served to them, on a platter made of my empathy.that right when i felt myself being used for my capabilities , i should have realized it. i confronted them and there words rung through my mind each time there throats opened up to tell what i thought was the truth, what now were excuses in disguise.i saw them as a friend in need, someone i can give my time to, my energy to. but what turned out to be wolf in sheep’s skin, turned against me and used me for my time and money.but everyone deserves second chances right?or three?or four? i kept telling myself that, until i realized the amount of times i kept being let down, when i needed something. i need to learn that sometimes that, no matter how much you love someone, some people just dont deserve what you have to offer.

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i tend to stare up at the sky when im sad, in hopes my mind could become as blank as the sky after a rainy day,

in hopes that my problems would fly so high to the point of no trace of existence.

and as it floats oh so high, it would pop releasing solutions and comfort upon the earth, as well as on me.

i stare at the sky, in hopes that the millions of stars in the sky could become the dreams i gave up on, the desires and wishes i couldn’t reach, or gave up trying to reach.

they say that the sky is the limit and that you should reach for the stars, but should i continue painting and connecting the ​constellations of my fate?

i tend to get lost in space, counting the endless stars pasted onto the inky blue canvas that is eternally pasted above us, what we call the sky.

i tend to stare up at the night sky, searching for answers, but once again, i receive nothing.

yet, i continue to stare up at the sky, hoping that one day, things might be different.

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​i cant talk to you. because when i do, your opinions spill out of your mouth and all of that drowns me out. your assumptions swallow me whole, and get the best of me. and during all of that, i regret talking about it, because what ive learned is that somehow you always use my words against me.