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How do I cope with realizing that my partner may be the one for me but me not being the one for them

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Enough of calling your sexual encounters your sexcapades, start calling them updates to your Whore Lore you cowards

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it doesn't even feel real anymore but the ache sure does

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i literally dont care what your excuse for using AI is. if you didnt put your own effort into making it im not putting my own effort into interacting with it.

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You can't just do that! Send a telegram first or something!

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Love how petting a cat is a mutually beneficial interaction??? like you get to pet the little warm soft creature who's vibrations will literally heal your aches and the cat gets to get scritches in the places it can't reach by a giant warm creature it can sit on if it wants, who is losing here???? No one!!!! Absolutely no one!!!!!

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i love how my sleep med isn't even to make me sleepy its to make my bitch of a brain shut up

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sometimes old people really get on my nerves cause bro what do you mean "you're too young to experience that kind of pain/fatigue so obviously you're lying" like i KNOW I'm too young to experience this that's WHY its sucks that i AM experiencing it???????? "wait til you're older then you'll know true pain" YEAH. THE PAIN IM CURRENTLY IN WILL CONTINUE TO GET WORSE AS I AGE. THAT DOES NOT MEAN I AM NOT IN PAIN CURRENTLY IT MEANS I WILL BE WORSE THAN YOU CURRENTLY ARE WHEN I REACH YOUR AGE. SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH, M A R G E.

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laurie 😔

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"but the text never explicitly stated it!!!" hey, so that's actually what they tried to teach you in those english classes you barely passed 😁

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One thing they don’t tell you about sewing is that it is actually ironing

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the stars are listening but they cannot change what has already transpired here

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This blog is just for vagueposting about my life and reblogging shtuff. Might find my art on it sometimes, who's to say? Not me, boy, things get posted here and I just discover them later 👍

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I wish I could hate you.

I wish I could hate you for letting me write you into every part of my story, just for you to leave when things got to be too much. I can't untangle the ivy I let crawl over top the brick walls I built, I can't unknow you the way I knew you, once.

We were going to leave this godforsaken town in a decade or so, start somewhere fresh, with a house and a garden, with two gargoyles and a spot to leave snacks for the opossums and other strays. I saw our whole life together in your eyes, I saw a future for myself for the first time in those eyes, and now there's no hope of it. You made so many promises you couldn't keep, and I made so many I intended to keep until the day I died. I wish I could hate you for it.

But I know you. I know you were raised to fear conflict, to worm your way out of any confrontation with quick words and half truths, to keep them placated until you could escape to yourself. I hate that you did that to me. But I can't hate YOU for it. I can't even hate your mother, who got married so young she didn't know what she wanted out of life yet, or your father, who chose the military to give him direction in his life when he had none, or your sisters, who were too busy trying to survive to make sure you made it out okay too.

I wish I had been able to stop you from taking the job that would rip the light from your eyes, and the next one that did the same for so much longer, so much more damage done.

I wish I knew how to be what you needed when you needed me to be. But I was too busy being afraid to lose you to notice I already was, in a different way. The same way you were losing yourself. I wish I could let go of it all. The used to's, the could've been's, the what if's of all the decisions I could've made to make sure the person I fell in love with wouldn't get lost to time.

You're still alive, I thank whatever powers there may be for that, but the person I fell in love with is either buried so deep they can't resurface, or gone. If I tell myself that enough times, maybe I can look at you without feeling the weight of the past and future bearing down on me all at once.

I can't say I love you the way I did once, but I can say with absolutely certainty that I couldn't hate you if I tried. And believe me, I have tried. Time and time again I have tried, but we both know by now, nothing on this Earth or otherwise could make me hate you.

I'm sorry, dearest. For never finding the words when you needed them most.

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describing my relationship to someone by introducing them to people as "an old wound"

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lordt have mercy this life is not kind to me