December 2011
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I shouldn’t feel not good enough, and half of the time my mind says no, and I like to think I have a sense of self, I don’t know what I’m doing, though, I don’t know how to compromise, I don’t know how to rationalize, I don’t know how to forgive and forget. Aren’t these things necessary? Am I going crazy? Sometimes I think I am. And sometimes I know I am....
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I wish I could explain to you why it bothers me, but it’s not something I can name, not really. I tell myself I’m this strong person and I think about all the wrong things in the world and, God, what an idiot I am, the way my mind runs over the same things again and again. It’s hard to recall when I became this person but sometimes I just miss the way this didn’t used to matter, none of it...
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It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.
To think,...
– Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, December 21st, 2002 (via vaginawoolf)
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What you wonder the most, though, is not why they don’t care but why you do. Why you allow yourself to drift away while reading and think of the shape of their eyelashes, one by one; why when you’re trying to get away their face appears like Christmas lights with a big bright sign and an empty car and a road map. They don’t care, but it’s easy not to care, you think,...
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