March 2012
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February 2012
152 posts
The thoughts that go through my mind scare me sometimes.
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We broke up like 8 fucking months ago, bro. It’s time to stop shit talking me.
Especially when you were the one who fucked me over so bad.
You have no right to say anything about me when I kept my mouth shut the whole time and forgave you each and every time.
I kept it classy and you made my life a living hell. I’m done.
Say whatever you fucking want about me to other people, I...
I am so beyond fucked up it's not even funny...
I used to be such a happy and carefree person, then something happened and now it’s like I’m broken. Living through every fucking day is a battle and I’m terrified that one day I’m going to lose the war.
Sometimes it just feels like I’m falling down a really deep, really dark, endless hole.
Every time I think I’ve finally hit rock bottom, the ground beneath me collapses and I’m falling again.
