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I have never felt sofuckingdumbandfoolish than I have tonight.
Sometimes, I wonder why I’m still alive. Either God has something really good in store for me, or he’s just laughing at my misery from above. Honestly, I just don’t know if I’m ready for this world.
if you know me at all.
this is when i start to feel disgusted with myself.
this is when i wish i could take it all back.
this is when i start distancing myself.
this is when people start giving a shit.
this is when i constantly give people a way out.
i’m content with being alone, because when i’m alone, i’m never lonely.
I wish people would stop bringing up his name.
summer love doesn’t exist.
Diamond Ballroom, Oklahoma City — Jan. 22, 2010
I wish people would stop reminding me of him. I’m keeping myself extremely busy to keep from thinking about him, and so far, it’s working. But it doesn’t help when his name is brought up. The flame I’m trying to extinguish is slowly being rekindled.
Fail.
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someone told me i should take caution when it comes to love.
I really, really hate it when I start to like a guy.
I become this digusting, sick emo girl who thinks about this one boy all the freaking time. Then I turn into a somewhat creepy stalker when I get onto facebook because I feel the need to go to his profile just to catch a glimpse of his picture, only because I haven’t seen him in over a month. I hate this stupid obsession. I hate it when he pops into my head when a love/sad song comes on the radio. I hate that I just want to spend my whole day lying in bed thinking about the two of us. I hate wasting my day, wondering if he ever thinks about me the way I think about him. I hate that everything reminds me of him. I hate being under his spell.
i don’t know why, but i constantly push people away. anyone who gets too close ends up getting pushed away.
what the hell is wrong with me.
