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redeyesxsadheart · 2 years
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I’m scared of what I’m becoming. Worst part is no one notices.
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redeyesxsadheart · 2 years
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Goddamn mom. Why did you fucking die on me
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redeyesxsadheart · 2 years
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redeyesxsadheart · 2 years
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redeyesxsadheart · 2 years
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I’m scared of death but I hate feeling life.
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redeyesxsadheart · 2 years
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ya
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redeyesxsadheart · 2 years
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I think the meaning of life is eating good food in the company of people you love
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redeyesxsadheart · 2 years
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I only hear empty promises
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redeyesxsadheart · 3 years
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I miss you mom. Please hold me.
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redeyesxsadheart · 3 years
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I’m tired of being so so tired all the time...
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redeyesxsadheart · 3 years
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I’m actually really insecure. I feel like I’m always gonna fuck things up or people will lose interest in me cause I’m too clingy or too passionate or too much of some other trait that bothers them
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redeyesxsadheart · 3 years
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“Be careful who you make memories with. Those things can last a lifetime.”
— life (via frequents)
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redeyesxsadheart · 3 years
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4:16 pm
I’m sitting in the first restroom stall at my work. I felt an undesirable spark in my chest. My face grew hot. My eyes felt wet. My vision blurred. These elements are something you gave me. Undesired gifts. The gift of giving without the mutual joy a gift is suppose to represent. You took everything I had. My dignity, my confidence, and my clear mind. My shirts are too oversized now. I dress too modest for my liking. Short dresses feel uncomfortable. This is the new normal. The normal that grew into a weed. My ray of sunshine is a forever dawn. The spark of a touch is now pain. I rub my body over and over hoping to scratch away this undesirable feeling. It’s as if, being uncomfortable is the new comfortable.
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redeyesxsadheart · 3 years
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tired of holding on
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redeyesxsadheart · 3 years
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I just wish I was enough for you.
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