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How can they expect me to fight when not even my family is willing to fight for me? Maybe the reason they aren’t is because I’m not worth it to them. And if I’m not worth it to them, am I even worth it to myself?

Until the Ribbon Breaks, E. K. Blair

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I'm done with "self-care". It's time for some "harm-others".

— Unknown on Instagram

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“She never cares,” I whisper. “I tell myself I don’t need her, but secretly I wish she cared. At least enough to get rid of him. That’s all I want. How can that be too much to ask?”

“It shouldn’t be,” Henry says, a storm of emotion behind his eyes. He hates this for me. “It’s not.”

Crash Course, Alyssa Wilde

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I hate that he’s making this about him, blaming my behavior as the cause of his discomfort around me.

Secret Lucidity, E. K. Blair

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“You didn’t need me, anyway!”

“Is that what you told yourself, so you could sleep at night?”

Crash Course, Alyssa Wilde

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The words sounded simple, but I blinked and felt like I was trying to reason through mind mud.

Betrayed, P. C. Cast

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Alright... what do you want me to say? Do you want me to say it’s funny, so you can contradict me and say it’s sad? Or do you want me to say it’s sad so you can turn around and say no, it’s funny. You can play that damn little game any way you want to, you know!

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Edward Albee

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I’m not a dog on a leash.

Following someone else’s desires sounds like a one-way ticket to my version of hell—I’ve already been there and I’m not going back.

The Confidence of Wildflowers

Micalea Smeltzer

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There’s a lot of rebuilding to do after your heart breaks. For instance, you have to rearrange your perspective. What is important now that I have no desire to eat, drink, work, play, love, sleep, talk, or think? Healing.

You have to focus on the minuscule, stupid things that make you happy every day. Like taking out your box of socks and touching each one. Posting beautifully depressing pictures of Port Townsend to Instagram, which generate thousands of likes. I get paid by third party advertisers to wear this and post that. I’m just a beige bitch with something to say. Wine makes me happy.

Every night I drink an entire bottle and stare at my favorite wall. I even like the way it feels when I wake up to a headache, my stomach rolling from a hangover. It gives me something to focus on other than the melancholy of my heart.

My mood changes by the hour, which makes me feel like a crazy person. Like yesterday, when I stood looking at the water and didn’t think about drowning myself, I felt proud. But two hours later I held a bag of rat poison in my hands and wondered if it was delicious.

Greer tells me I have to take back my power.

F*ck Love, Tarryn Fisher

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I can’t take care of you when I’m struggling to take care of myself. There’s no way I can meet your expectations of me, and to be honest, I don’t want to even try.

Secret Lucidity, E. K. Blair

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I’m sick of feeling.

I want to go back to numb.

Secret Lucidity, E. K. Blair

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The world is flat.

I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I've been trying to hold on for seventeen years. I've been trying to climb back up for seventeen years but it's nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.

Restore Me, Tahereh Mafi

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Chesterton’s Fence, G.K. Chesterton

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I don’t tell him my true feelings, that I used up all my ambition and energy when I was trying to heal my broken body. I have nothing left for college. No drive or motivation. I’m not sure I can handle those kinds of pressures—financial, social, academic—on top of everything else.

Crash Course, Alyssa Wilde

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I want someone strong enough so that I don’t have to romanticize my demons for fear they won’t know what to do with them.

Secret Lucidity, E. K. Blair

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The world will be cruel to anyone who won't scream when they're bitten.

— Lee Rang, The Tale of the Nine Tailed

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“You don’t even cry,” he whispers, but I hear the accusation in his words. “I’m worried about you.”

I turn my head out of his hold and take a step back.

“Why do you need me to cry? To prove to you that I’m hurting? Will my tears prove it to them?” I say, motioning my hand to the people outside. “You all say the same things. You think I don’t hear it, but I do. ‘She needs to talk.’ ‘She needs to eat.’ ‘She needs to get out of bed.’ It’s all about what everyone else wants to make them feel more comfortable around me.” My words come out hard. “What about what I want—what I need?”

Secret Lucidity, E. K. Blair