May 2013
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i feel so odd. just doubting my entire existence. like, am i even real? i just want to be everyone else. i don’t like me, i like everyone else. everyone else is pretty and kind and happy and i’m just a big blob of ick. i am ick.
i wish i was one of the people that just look beautiful all the time. you know those people that you can take a photo of when they’re pulling a horrid face or posing nicely for a photo or totally unaware that they’re being photographed and look fucking amazing everytime?! yeah, i want to be one of those freaks of nature.
Just watched the last ever episode of the office. feeling very emotionally fragile. my pillow is literally soaked in my tears.
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“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
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i can’t wait to not live at home. like, home is nice. it’s home. but you can’t grow up at home. you just stay 16 forever.
facebook is not the way to ‘reconnect’ with your twenty-year-old daughter after ignoring her for twenty years. just no. fuck off.
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April 2013
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Money is the worst thing we’ve ever done to ourselves.
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