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writing in a journal just isn’t the same as getting attention online for being insane

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hiiii *trying not to sound desperate for human connection*

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I’m a simple woman. I see a crow, I want it to sit on my shoulder.

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"gee I wonder how I will transfer this information reliably across long distances"

the trustworthy telecommunications dish:

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anyone want fall in love with me already and have the filthiest, soul merging sex everyday of our lives

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Btw don't shut up you're not annoying

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i think i’ll daydream about being loved for the rest of my life

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What if we made each other happy for the rest of our lives? What about that? Huh, punk??

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me and my mutuals hanging out on the dashboard like a bunch of creepy crawlies under a cool rock

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what do you mean i have to keep going? what the fuck

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tumblr really is my diary i luv screaming to the void i dont care if i make sense or not this is for me

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The urge to bother my mutuals

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rb to give your mutuals a little boop on the nose :3

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After some thinking and feeling I finally get it. I feel so miserable, so deeply depressed but now I know. For starters I feel alone, totally disconnected from others, and honestly it’s because I’m deeply afraid of connecting and being thrown away. In my past people who were important to me did that and I’ve carried that with me ever since. So I put distance between myself and everyone else in order to avoid risking losing them. The only exception is relationships. If someone loves me they would never leave. This is why I’m obsessed with dating, with being with someone. Now that I get that I can finally start getting truly better. I may be miserable, but because I feel I am alive. The sadness I experience is evidence of the joy I could experience. I just refuse to go numb and disconnect anymore.