thoughtsfromonescatteredmind

[thoughtsfromonescatteredmind]

sometimes, when everything stops, and everything inside my head stands still, i never want to stop doing drugs

[thoughtsfromonescatteredmind]

currently grieving the loss of someone who’s still alive.

[thoughtsfromonescatteredmind]

I dont think there is a The One for anyone. The fantasy that there is a single person out there in the ocean of 7 million people just for you, like a puzzle piece, is arbitrary. I think we all like to hold onto that fantasy. But its not real. We simply find someone who likes us enough to spend their limited time of this earth with us. No puzzle piece. No soul ties. Just love. And thats enough.

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God i hate you so much. You where so good to me, so bittersweet. I hate myself for believing it all. All your carefully thought out words. All your compliments, All your promises, All your lies, Everytime you said i was perfect. I was stupid to believe you. Nobodys perfect, not even you. Yet i put you on this pedestool of perfection that still hasnt fallen yet, even as i write this. Even though you made it feel like every bone in my body was breaking, even when you made me feel emotions i never knew existed, even when i doubted myself, my sanity, my self worth, you were and always will be perfect in my eyes.

And i hate it. I hate it so much, I hate that you could do absolutely anything, you could hit me, stab me, destroy me, just like you did, and youd still be perfect. Thats my fatal flaw. Youll always be my soft spot. I shouldve went down kicking and screaming, yet something about you just completely destroys all the walls ive carefully put up over the years for times like this. You destroyed me in the most beautiful way possible. I will always love you. And ill always hate you. Hurt people Hurt people. I truly hope Karma bites you harder than i ever could.

Sincerily,

P.K

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everytime i think of you i wanna smoke until i cant breathe

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Your such a pretty boy,

why do pretty boys always break my heart.

[thoughtsfromonescatteredmind]

Have you ever met an oxygen thief?

Somebody so utterly intrepid and enthralling that they can steal your heart and the air right from your lungs without a second though?

I have.

And i’d do it a thousand times over