forever

I don't feel like I need to justify the way I am to the people who read my blog. If you wanted to know why I'm such a bitch all the time you need to look elsewhere, as you will not find the answer in these posts. All you will find in these posts is the ramblings of a sixteen year old whose mind is coming loose.



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baby

"They're all gone, is that what you wanted? Because that's what you asked for."



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leaving

Fuck this. Fuck you.

This is too complicated. I'm done.



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where am i now

I was so certain, so sure, that I didn't love you, that I couldn't. And now, I don't know. I really don't know.



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unfortunate

There's something wrong with me. I don't want to get out of bed in the mornings. I have no motivation to do anything and I've spent hours staring at the desk, or the carpet, or the wall. One minute I'm fighting back tears, the next I'm laughing so hard it hurts, the next I'm trying not to hit somebody. I feel hopeless and drained and empty.



photo credit - eros something

blood

Humans love to play games. They love to manipulate and hurt each other and tell lies. They love to make people believe the wrong things in order to gain a little control in their actions. They love to be false.

I don't, am I still human?



photo credit - russian lady