Itching To Be Understood, But Craving To Runaway Without A Trace

Itching to be understood, but craving to runaway without a trace

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1 year ago

I hate that there’s a stranger that walks around with my secrets.

Never again will someone make me feel the way you did.

Never again will someone know me the way you did.


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1 year ago

My love is faithful. If I love you now, I’ll love you forever.


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10 months ago

It hurts but the pain reminds me I’m alive!!! What is the point of life if you’re not loving and growing!!! I feel so alive and it’s so beautiful!!!


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1 year ago

I wish I wasn’t stupid.

I can’t do math, my writing is shit, I can’t pay attention, I can’t sing, I can’t dance, I’m not confident, I’m not pretty.

I’m watching all my friends get ahead of me. They excel in all their subjects so easily. I’m struggling to get passing grades.

I know I’m smart, I just wish I wasn’t the only one aware.

I’m smart enough to understand the look they give me when I ask stupid questions. I’m smart enough to understand why they act like they don’t know me in the hallways.

I just wish I had something to show for myself so I wouldn’t be so overlooked. I just wish I wasn’t stupid enough to believe everyone that doubts me.

I just wish I wasn’t so so stupid.


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10 months ago

The summer air is turning chilly, I heard your name today and my heart didn’t sink. I think I’m moving on. It’s bittersweet, the good times we had and the sour way we ended. I just wonder how you’ve been. Is being alone all that you hoped for? Was it worth it?


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1 year ago

They hurt me so bad i redownloaded tumblr


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1 year ago

I hope you’ll fall inlove with life someday. I hope that you’ll look over and see someone, or something, that makes you love everything unconditionally.


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1 year ago

wanting everything and wanting nothing


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1 year ago

Mother, the growing pains are unbearable. Give me the past 5 years back. Let me feel the sand on my feet again. Let me crawl into your arms and sink into your skin. When will the sound of my own name be familiar again? When will I be a kid again?


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1 year ago

I think the human experience is the constant struggle to be perfect, yet none of us are. None of us never will be.


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