quietly--wondering

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•maybe not this year, but next•

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I got better. I’m better, I swear. But I still do get sad, anxious, depressed, whatever words you want to choose to describe my state of being. Why is it that I feel kinda lost all the time except for when I’m unwell? Am I the lonely girl, the one with few real friends? What am I doing? Who wants me here? Fuck haha it’s so pathetic it’s kinda funny :) 

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Ignoring fame was my rebellion, in a funny way. I was insistent on being normal and doing normal things. It probably wasn’t advisable to go to college in America and room with a complete stranger. And it probably wasn’t wise to share a bathroom with eight other people in a coed dorm. Looking back, that was crazy.

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“Don’t compare me to anyone”

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I love you. Always.

I love u tooooo♥️

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letting go.

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Es ist diese Angst die mich jedes mal wieder einholt