stop fucking patronizing me stop fucking treating me like I'm made of glass why does this happen with every single person why can't I just take a fucking hit stop fucking patronizing me stop fucking patronizing me
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stop fucking patronizing me stop fucking treating me like I'm made of glass why does this happen with every single person why can't I just take a fucking hit stop fucking patronizing me stop fucking patronizing me
I want someone to want to know me. I want to be known. I want to be loved. I want to be close. I want to be transparent but it's all too hard
oops
forgot about this blog tbh. might bring it back since i have a decent following?
whether i do or i dont, i hope youre all taking care
i feel like ive lost all of the light inside me
youre painfully lonely but youre so scarred that you cant stand emotional attachment
how pitiful it all is
i have been so sad this week that people have begun noticing and i feel like a failure
im not tagging this bc its not. even a suggestion. i am just so genuinely sad and tired i do not have it in me to spin it poetic or make it a vague rebloggable statement im just exhausted ive felt awful all week and this is the only place im comfortable saying it. i apologize
in another world, maybe we fall in love like I thought we would
i just want to be better
im tired of myself
why is everything stolen away from me
whose body is this?
im disposable
why do i still want you even though i know ive given up
why does the thought of being held comfort me when love is the source of so much of my anxiety
i hate love so why do i crave it
i still wait for the day where i will feel safe
i write and wail for a lover that doesn't exist