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sad little girl who likes being fucked up
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sleepwalkinglittledeath
I just hate feeling this way. Like my life has no point, like I’m periodically sick of myself or I’m just lonely. All of that. I want better people in my life. I want to make goals and accomplish them. I just want to live my life. Just find my dream, what I want in this life and get it. I just want to feel better, to feel alive. Is that too much to want, to ask for? I just want to be happy, to feel a lot of wonderful things. I don’t want to be sad anymore. I’m so done with it. I don’t want to cry anymore. I don’t want to hate myself anymore. I don’t want any breakdowns anymore. I want to find my place in this world. We all want. But I’m just tired of feeling this. I’m done with pain and drama. I just want a bit of, I mean a lot of happiness. I fucking deserve it. Everyone deserves it. Why can’t things be easy? I’m so sick of difficulties. They’re just pointless. Happiness is all that matters in the end, right? So, where’s mine?

My midnight thoughts (via sleepwalkinglittledeath)

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chi-chi-wanga

It would be so nice to be able to go to sleep with someone every night. Not in a sexual way (well sometimes, I’m only human), but in just a way to feel safe. To feel some kind of warmth. Sometimes I wake up in panics, and I can’t help but think how much easier it would be if I could be cooed back to sleep. I’m not typically a dependent person, because I LOVE my alone time. However, at times when I see people so in love it’s just another reminder of how I feel like the last single girl on the planet. No one to call when I’ve had a bad day, no one to run up the stairs to kiss after a long day at work, no one to cuddle up next to. It’s annoying that I’m this way, but I’ve felt so lonely lately.

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brightlightsloudnoises

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I think you think that maybe there are angels and endless heavens to match the endless hells

that quite possibly life is fair after all

that it only seems that some people are bred for pain

bred for failure

bred for the cross

and in the morning as you light the first joint to calm your nerves

I will never think of you

your hell

and your soft lips