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chattingbs · 2 months
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Living in the state of constant sadness sucks.
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chattingbs · 4 months
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chattingbs · 4 months
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chattingbs · 4 months
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Never been so uninterested
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chattingbs · 5 months
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"You are worthy enough to be loved in all your forms."
— Raw Honey Bliss
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chattingbs · 5 months
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chattingbs · 5 months
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chattingbs · 5 months
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Heavy heart, tired of feeling unlovable.
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chattingbs · 6 months
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Really just regret opening my mouth and talking a lot of the time.
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chattingbs · 6 months
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I always feel out of place. Like I don’t belong. Like I don’t have a place wherever I go.
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chattingbs · 6 months
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I’m only open if it’s God sent.
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chattingbs · 6 months
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It's really hard to learn how to love yourself when you haven't been loved properly by other people. And the least helpful thing you can say to people in that situation is that no one can love them before they love themselves. Because self worth is something that is built and taught in healthy communities. It's not something you can be expected to master without the support of others
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chattingbs · 6 months
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I was raped.
By a boy.
And his friends.
I won my court case.
But I feel like I lost my life.
I fear I’m becoming a product of my trauma.
I fear being undesirable since.
I fear being classed as damaged or dirty.
I fear others can see the stain of it on me.
I fear other rapists, misogynists and predators will see this stain and attempt to damage me further.
I fear I’ve lost valve as a women.
I fear I have no control.
I fear everyone, and myself.
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chattingbs · 6 months
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You ever feel like you have no choice but to reach out and talk to people, even when you feel unwanted by them?
Everything inside me screams not to message or call, but the fear of being forgotten about. That confirmation that I really do not matter, I do not cross your mind - that might send me into a whole different spiral.
That’s ultimately why I reach out, bc I crave so deeply to mean something to someone and I don’t want to leave room for them to show me how little I am thought about, loved or cared for.
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chattingbs · 9 months
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You never really know anyone.
You think you do, but honestly you don’t. It’s the sad truth.
Partners become the main priority and it’s like you’re still there just outside looking in. Everyone keeps going, everyone grows up. Everyone has their own lives and yes, I do matter but in the grand scheme of things; I don’t.
You never really realise how alone you are until you take in that everyone’s progressing. Career, personal life, all of it. I’m just here, riding it and hoping that maybe it’ll happen for me eventually. The house, the car, the man, the love I see everyone else in. The proposal, the wedding, the children. I want it all also.
I am alone, I am my own problem. No one has time for me. That’s okay. I am my own person. I don’t need anyone anyway. I’m good.
I’m suicidal, I’m sad. I’m lonely, I have no one to talk to. No one to give me a hug. No one to rely on. But I will never tell anyone this.
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chattingbs · 1 year
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chattingbs · 1 year
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