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confusion.Hello confusion. Good morning heartache.confusion.
Welcome, self - harm. Bonjour, depression.
YOU'VE done this to me. What happened to the days when i was happy with myself? Did they even ever exist? Or have i always been like this? Filled with an anger to the beautiful, and a hatred to myself. I hate that i'm even writing this. I'm the happy one.
I don't care about anything, me.
I don't care that i'm ugly.
I don't care that i've struggled with an eating disorder for years. I don't care that no one cares about me.
I don't care about preppy boys who judge in an instant.
Or s


I wish..I wish i could tell you that i make you smile.I wish..
That sometimes i wish you cared about me more.
That getting your texts gives me goosebumps.
That every time i see you, i forget about the other guy completely.
I wish there wasn't another guy. It makes me feel like shit, because i do love you. I wish i could tell you that i love you.
I wish i could hear you say it back.
I wish i could tell you how much seeing you with another girl hurts. That you may be the only thing that can fill this emptiness. I wish i could apologize. For caring so much. and i thought i wasn't a jelous person.
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who has to know the way she feels inside? those thoughts i can't deny.
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If Time's Money, I have no more Time...
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who has to know the way she feels inside? those thoughts i can't deny.
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who has to know the way she feels inside? those thoughts i can't deny.
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who has to know the way she feels inside? those thoughts i can't deny.
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who has to know the way she feels inside? those thoughts i can't deny.
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