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People start to take you for granted real quick. Even the people who promised they wouldn't. Even the person who is supposed to love you. And then you realize they don't do that either. And all you think is "okay" Because maybe your not sure you even care anymore. I went back and I asked for what I got. Couldn't handle watching the world pass you by alone so you had to suck me into do it with you. Watching everyone fall in love and be happy. Moving forward. While I accept to get what I get instead of taking what I want and being happy.

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Your friendly reminder that healthy looks different on everyone

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“i don’t care,” i say, caringly, as i care deeply

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I loved and went to war for you. And you simply made a war out of me.

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I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up.

Henry Rollins, Black Flag (via bookaddictiion)

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I can’t tell if I’m psyching myself out for nothing or is this one of those foreboding feelings that come to fruition. But I think there might be someone new. For you. And I think I might be sick.

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 249 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)

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The less I care, the less I hurt. And I’m tired of hurting.

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 283 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)

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In the years to come, I will slowly forget a lot of things I said and that were said by you. But I will never forget the words that I was not allowed to say. And you never said to me.

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 295 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)

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You taught me what emotionally unavailable truly is. And I learnt so well, I became that for others.

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 313 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)

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I’ve stretched myself too thin for you, there is not enough of me left for myself or anyone else, really. But I can’t bring myself to regret it and I can’t bring myself to stop.

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 315 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)

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The love I feel for you is not desperate anymore. Nor is it fiery or burning. It is resigned and it is wistful. But it is content too. And that is really the worst. Because you can douse the fire with water and it will dwindle. Water will do nothing for the coldness of resignation. Or the chill of wistful feelings. Freeze and tear my being open a bit more, maybe.

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 315 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)

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We spend nights together and days talking. And I don’t have you more than I did yesterday. I’m typing this as I lay next to you. And still, I can’t have you more than yesterday. It has been a long yesterday for us, and it will continue stretching on for as long as one of us doesn’t start looking at today and plan for tomorrow. I’m scared it’s going to be you. But I kind of want it to be me.

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 335 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)

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Oftentimes I wish my first experience with love would have worked out. I wish that I’d have fallen for someone who would’ve been able to reciprocate and I could have experienced how it is to love and be loved back just as much. How it is to be valued and cherished and feel like the whole world is at my feet. To not have had the broken parody of a ‘something’ that we had instead, and the warped idea I now have of love and life and partnership. And still. I wouldn’t change a thing, if that would mean never having met you.

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 339 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)

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I’ve become too complacent about us, this. I knew I was kind of waiting for everything to just end, but I’m starting to think simply waiting won’t cut it anymore..

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 342 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)

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We talk about things changing, everything being different, when in fact nothing has changed but us. It’s not that the world loves you any less, it’s that you have seen too much.

Diary Of A Heartbreak, Day 342 (via diary-of-a-heartbreak)