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Anyone else piss their mom off without even trying lol

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please love me in the most soft and loyal way. I’m so tired.

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Biggest lesson I’ve learned this year is that you can’t force someone to properly communicate with you & work things out. You can’t force someone to see your love is worth holding onto, eventually they will come to the realization themselves. If they want to run, let them run.

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oh hey sorry I’ve been distant lately…. I’ve been really busy having a brain that is bad

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“The ones who notice the storms in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart are the ones you need to let in.”

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i am convinced every time a sudden calmness washes over me it is because my future self is somehow letting my present self know its all going to be okay, that im going to be okay

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me? a depressive episode? more like a depressive series bitch, season 15 out next week

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i don’t want to be in pain any longer, i can’t take it. all i want is some peace, a chance to rest. this life has given me nothing but heartbreak.

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I hate feeling this way

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When I first got depressed I thought to myself: “better me than anyone else”. I hoped that my friends would never know it.

And now they all seemed to have caught it too. And I’m so sorry. The first year or two is the hardest. I’m so sorry

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It’s sad when the person that gave you the best memories ends up a memory.

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It’s hard…and nobody really care to ask me….I’m alone and sad….

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I hate when I’m depressed and people make it worse. Like pysch i rememeber why i dobt reach out because it doesn’t help

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You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it.