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I feel like I was just punched in the stomach…

I really hope I don’t die alone…

belleparole:

“I used to just lay there in my bed and try to find a reason… a reason to stay, a reason to leave, a reason to give up, a reason to believe, a reason to remember, a reason to forget, a reason to love, a reason to hate, a reason.. just about, everything. Where did I go wrong? What’s wrong with…

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The worst part about our breakup is that it wasn’t because of a fight or cheating or some big event.. he just decided I wasn’t worth it anymore.. thats what hurts the most :’( I need to figure out why I’m so disposable.. how i can just be deleted from someones life without a second thought. I hate it, and hate mysef because I have no idea how to fix it.

I’ve sucessfully gone two days without texting or talking to him on the phone.. I’m hoping he texts or calls me soon though because I dont know how much longer my self control will last.. I wonder if he thinks of me, or misses me, or still cares about me..

I’ve been pretty strong the last few weeks.. I’m handling it much better than I thought I would :/   Ive been acting fine to everyone but deep down i have a constant pit in my stomach and my heart hurts.. every other day theres a little thing that will trigger some tears but ive been doing my best to keep it in.

A small part of me thinks that this isnt the end of us, but maybe its just denial.. who knows.

At least we were long distance, so its not like I went from seeing him every day and sleeping in his arms to completely alone.. I already was alone, but I sure do miss talking to him and having someone that cared about me.

ralphcastner:

We can’t wait for someone to pull me off of the concrete.
We stopped standing proud a year ago now.
What you see is just a shell of who I used to be.
I can’t believe I got this weak.

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skeletales:

I’ve got the ocean in my heart, the water in my veins.

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Sitting here after my breakup has me thinking about so many things…

I regret that we never took cheesy couples pictures in a photo booth. he’ll never teach me how to snowboard, or take me to china town in san Francisco or drive me over the golden gate bridge. il never get to be apart of another photography project, play bags and drink with his family, I wont be able to ride the train into Chicago without thinking of him.. I wont get to kiss his grandpa on the cheek when I leave his house, lay in his bed with his dogs while he showers, hear him say awesome like 50 times a day , go grocery shopping for his crazy grandma, be called aunt Krystle by his little cousins.. Im not going to get to hang out with his amazing friends and family, play fuck the dealer with danny Kayla and alex, have a wild night at brents house.. The song Hey girl by oar will now put a lump in my throat..I wont be able to look at vans the same way or listen to the wonder years and not think of him.. I’ll never figure out this new camera on my own, or go to another family reunion at the dells, no more stories about tranny hookers or crazy bums, no more listening to uncle franz saying the funniest shit, no more “grr”face, or making fun of his old man hat or the fact that hes always broken.. all in all the thing il miss the most is telling him I love him every night, and knowing that someone in this world loves me back

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juliathepillow:

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Ive lost all hope.. people are selfish, they only care about themselves and no matter how hard you try they will never care about anyone else,

sick of feeling like shit

sick of feeling unimportant

sick of feeling worthless

sick of being put down

sick of lonliness

sick of crying

sick of going to bed hoping that things will get better, that you’ll wake up and there will be a clearing of the clouds and the sun will finally break through… everytime i get close to seeing a rainbow it dissapears in front of my eyes only to be replaced by a giant storm cloud

fuck hope

fuck new beginings

fuck second chances

I’d love to say im just going to live my life the way i want with no regard to others feelings but i cant.. i could never be like that and i feel sick thinking about how others can do it and not even realize or care that theyre doing it