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Anxiety is bad. You can have someone in front of you tell you, screaming that they love you. You’ll hear it but that voice in your head is there, telling you no they don’t, no one does. It kills and a

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It is absolutely terrifying the kind of deep suffering the happiest people are able to hide inside themselves.

Some people will take until you have nothing left and then hold a grudge against your hands for being empty.

Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get fr

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From the outside looking in it’s hard to understand. From the inside looking out it’s hard to explain.

She is dangerous when she’s hurt. She can easily destroy everything around her, but she doesn’t. She destroys herself.

Hurt. I’m fucking hurt. And you don’t care, because if you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did.

I hate seeing pictures from when I was little. All I see is a confident and carefree little girl who thought she could take on the world. What happened to the girl?

Ever locked yourself in the bathroom, cried, washed your face, and came back as if nothing happened?

I am the type of person who will sit in the bathroom and cry, but then walk out like nothing ever happened.