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I'm 99% sarcastic. I don't try to take myself too seriously.
Unfortunately, the world sees that life is too short, so they spend their entire life taking their selves way too seriously to live.
I want to live and love, accept love and enjoy life.
Sometimes I let my moods and emotions get in the way. I don't understand why insercuity lives in my mind.
I get so jealous and I truly hate it. I live my entire life living in a rage of jealously. I need to learn where jeaously comes from...let's google.
I'm sorry, Sam, you're just the best fucking thing that ever happened to me and I'm scared of losing you. I adore waking up next to you. I adore falling asleep next to me. You're more than just a sexual object, but like other parts like you, I can't get enough of you. I'm going to show you that I can be a decent human being. I am a decent human being, but I get trapped in emotions.
We could leave this town and run forever.
I love him. I want him. I crave him.
Yes, there
I realize why I'm sad, though. Sam and I have been together for 5 months as of today, and he doesn't even remember or care. I'm in tears. He didn't even pick me a flower, he has kissed or hugged me. Fuck me. I'm just a fat, ugly, hag....Yesterday was father's day and I didn't even say anything to him. I miss my dad but he did something really fucked up, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him for attempting to take the life of something I care so much about him.
I love life. I'm ok. It will be ok. I'll get over my sadness eventually. I've been 5 months clean as of today. It's goo. I'm okay. But as of right now, I want to relapse so much. And it really fucking hurts I want to give in so much. I'm absolutely a terrible person. I hate myself. I'm so messed and fuck up.
And to top it off, las
Unfortunately, the world sees that life is too short, so they spend their entire life taking their selves way too seriously to live.
I want to live and love, accept love and enjoy life.
Sometimes I let my moods and emotions get in the way. I don't understand why insercuity lives in my mind.
I get so jealous and I truly hate it. I live my entire life living in a rage of jealously. I need to learn where jeaously comes from...let's google.
I'm sorry, Sam, you're just the best fucking thing that ever happened to me and I'm scared of losing you. I adore waking up next to you. I adore falling asleep next to me. You're more than just a sexual object, but like other parts like you, I can't get enough of you. I'm going to show you that I can be a decent human being. I am a decent human being, but I get trapped in emotions.
We could leave this town and run forever.
I love him. I want him. I crave him.
Yes, there
I realize why I'm sad, though. Sam and I have been together for 5 months as of today, and he doesn't even remember or care. I'm in tears. He didn't even pick me a flower, he has kissed or hugged me. Fuck me. I'm just a fat, ugly, hag....Yesterday was father's day and I didn't even say anything to him. I miss my dad but he did something really fucked up, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him for attempting to take the life of something I care so much about him.
I love life. I'm ok. It will be ok. I'll get over my sadness eventually. I've been 5 months clean as of today. It's goo. I'm okay. But as of right now, I want to relapse so much. And it really fucking hurts I want to give in so much. I'm absolutely a terrible person. I hate myself. I'm so messed and fuck up.
And to top it off, las