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As miserable as it gets. Yes, all I do is be miserable here. i canāt write anymore. my gallery? https://t.me/photosiLOVED
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there is a small space called the in between between not having and having, where craving settles and lingers. i donāt want comfort i prefer silence. something in me hates the fact that you listen now, that you pause when i say something isnāt right, that you ask for my opinion and take it seriously. i see your potential while feeling myself stretched thin at the edge, less tolerant, less patient, emptied out. iāve let go of things i once fought for, and iām no longer who i thought i was meant to be. what i want most is escape. i no longer measure things through your eyes, i donāt feel the need to be liked anymore, and the distance in me has turned cold and hollow. for years i wanted this safety, steadiness and now that itās here, it feels fake, like something imagined too long. i see now that i may never need it, that some of it lived only in my head, and that you may never change or do but that no longer moves me. i want to leave everything as it is and go. iām no longer in the middle, not pulled to either side. maybe itās freedom, maybe itās peace, maybe itās just running, anything it is idk and i donāt want to know either.
there is a small space called the in between between not having and having, where craving settles and lingers. i donāt want comfort i prefer silence. something in me hates the fact that you listen now, that you pause when i say something isnāt right, that you ask for my opinion and take it seriously. i see your potential while feeling myself stretched thin at the edge, less tolerant, less patient, emptied out. iāve let go of things i once fought for, and iām no longer who i thought i was meant to be. what i want most is escape. i no longer measure things through your eyes, i donāt feel the need to be liked anymore, and the distance in me has turned cold and hollow. for years i wanted this safety, steadiness and now that itās here, it feels fake, like something imagined too long. i see now that i may never need it, that some of it lived only in my head, and that you may never change or do but that no longer moves me. i want to leave everything as it is and go. iām no longer in the middle, not pulled to either side. maybe itās freedom, maybe itās peace, maybe itās just running, anything it is idk and i donāt want to know either.
why do i have to drink įᤠmentioning you are sick makes you sick more goddd
You will stop cringing at yourself once you accept it's all just in your head.
Repost from Robi makes stuff
If you cant say something bad about your side or say something good about their side, you're brainwashed.
things my mind gets really confused about is.
how do people get massages?
like how are you comfortable with some stranger rubbing oil on youš
don't mind me sera fet negn
