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alone. lonely. sigh staying up these days got me thinking of such depressing shit. why do I miss you. why do I even think about you. I wanna erase the world sigh


1. Eat clean until spring break 

  • doing well so i can’t wait to see results heheh

2. Stop talking to boys

  • they’re always bad news so i may experiment by cutting them off for a couple weeks

3. Encourage myself in the mirror every day

  • i haven’t been loving myself as well as my body enough

4. Think positive

  • no matter what happens i’m gonna try and think positive

5. Be reasonable and rational

  • don’t make goals i wont be able to achieve because then they are useless

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You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.

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Fun fact if you talk to me past midnight i get real personal and it’s weird

12:00am- oh I man I love cheese pizza too!
12:01am- I killed a man once

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I don’t insult people, I describe them.

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*laughs while actually getting feelings hurt*

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I love sleep because it’s like a time machine to breakfast

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…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were.

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I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.

Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.”  (via awriterandnothingelse)

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I hate feeling like this. I hate it.

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