#wonderwlf

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my little tator tot Clio (sn: she smells like a bag of potato’s after a long nap)

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I’d never let the opportunity pass but me being as slow as I am id probably suck that up one way or another smh. I should really talk to myself better or think about myself better

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The way I feel inside is so fucked I don’t have the words to describe how alone I always am..

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It has just dawned on me:

I self sabotage the things I like/love

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to me

my physical body is my own representation of a space ship

this shell of mine

my mental state is chaotic like present smoke during takeoff

how tf do I clear this shit

it drags me down like a failed landing

carrying with it, all that pollution I seem to call my thoughts

is this who I am?

My thoughts?

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contained in a bottle like coins

each cent makes a wish make sense

break the glass

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I obsess over negative scenarios in my head because literally anything is possible.. I hurt so hard and find that being trusting is even harder..

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Sometimes my mind is so cluttered with thoughts, most of the time I do not know what to do with them. My emotions literally fill like an over flooded damn, no matter how much it touches the top, a little bit always flows over the edge. What am I to do with all this shit?

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nobody really knows me and that alone is lonely

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The more heartless you show when it comes to me, the colder I get towards you

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tumblr has always been my secret goto, it really gets me — like being anonymous or/and a narrator without a face if you want it that way lol

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sometimes I want to die. is that wrong to never want to be alive

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inside my head i’m constantly battling between what I should say and what I want to say.

no one understands how it feels to struggle with speaking my mind

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my mind is like a thought bubble filled with an enormous amount of squiggles

squiggles that aren’t really squiggles but is actually one long endless line that has loops & twists & has taken up all the space I have in my brain

this line is my thoughts pouring out one after another like middle school kids during lunch except there is no getting to the register to sit and eat. I don’t ever get to the register.

crazy right

am I going crazy?

everything just seems so loud all the time

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finding myself battling with my insides

back and forth between habits that need breaking

and what I think i’m alright with

being okay and not being okay

not being okay and being okay

why must my mind go-round like Merry

why must the storm inside me rumble with such force you feel the inside of my chest cavity shake

why

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in love w/ dewy Fall mornings