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love hurts.
it really does. i don't know what to do anymore. every person is better than the last, and i find myself thinking "this is great-this is real-this will last". and always, ALWAYS, i am proved wrong by whatever curse i have fallen under. bleeding scars on organs (heart), i wonder if this will cause health problems. i know it's horribly risky to safety pin your heart on your sleeve. especially when overexposure has weakened it. to the point where i don't care, but i still do. i hate being alone. i hate sleeping alone. i hate seeing people being cute. i hate not being the apple of someone's eye. i want to be adored again.
it really does. i don't know what to do anymore. every person is better than the last, and i find myself thinking "this is great-this is real-this will last". and always, ALWAYS, i am proved wrong by whatever curse i have fallen under. bleeding scars on organs (heart), i wonder if this will cause health problems. i know it's horribly risky to safety pin your heart on your sleeve. especially when overexposure has weakened it. to the point where i don't care, but i still do. i hate being alone. i hate sleeping alone. i hate seeing people being cute. i hate not being the apple of someone's eye. i want to be adored again.