I guess the mature thing is to be numb. And that’s what I’ll be.
I am so god damn alone. The person I am supposed to be the closest with looks at me with eyes I don’t even recognize and words that are as cold as ice. I have no motivation to even want to be around. Apparently breaking down and crying isn’t the realistic way to handle anything, as if I actually choose to be like this. I’m so worn down that I have all this pain inside of me… Pardon me if I fucking cry. It’s what people do. Fucking EXCUSE ME if I fucking shed a fucking tear!!!!!!! I can’t handle this guilt put upon me by the person I want comfort from most.
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this is gorgeous
- One of the most freeing things I have ever heard (via firecannotkillabadwolf)
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