February 2012
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We’re all just skeleton with layers of memories and thoughts and to hide our ugly bones.
One day, I'm going to make sure you see yourself...
Its a sad truth when you realize your not what they wanted. No one has to tell you for you feel it. I can pretend like i’m independent and dont need someone to make me happy but the truth is I just need another humans comfort. I need to know someone is going to be there for me. I need security. It felt nice to have you there for me for a while, but good things don’t always last...
“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...”
– Sylvia Plath (via sugarsickness)
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I’m trying to figure out if there’s something wrong with me, if there’s something wrong with you, or my time to feel loved has just not come. I’m always on the giving end of things. I give you my attention and time because I care so much. Who knew investing emotion in someone would be a downfall. I don’t know, and that’s exactly the problem. I wish you would...
Some nights I lay here in bed and wish that our thoughts run parallel to each other. To be physically lonely can be difficult, but mental solitude is fatal. If you only thought of me the way I dream about you in the darkness of the darkest nights.
