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I’ve been catching myself saying “It’s not worth it” way too often. I think it’s a little unhealthy to be so apathetic

“shit it’s 2 a.m.” i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i am surprised

 you can’t keep someone that doesn’t want to be kept. 

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I’ve always been scared of people getting tired of me, so I make sure to pretend I’m tired of them first before they leave.

 the most dangerous lies are the lies you believe about yourself. 

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we push people away hoping that we`re important enough for them to chase after.  

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Years cannot erase the harshest of memories, not with a museum of wreckage so close at hand. Such is the stuff of trauma and loss. No recovery is full. At some point though, a wound will become a scar and then mysteriously that scar will become another tack on a map reminding you of where you’ve been. I think I’ve said that before. I guess some things are worth saying again. And some places, no matter how far away, no matter how unlikely or broken, will always feel like home to me."

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I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people

I kind of want to see this now

If school isn’t a place to sleep then home isn’t a place to study.

I don’t need your advice, just your support 

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I care too much or I care too little. I care for the wrong people and neglect the ones who are there for me.

your story reminds me too much of my own and every smile is accompanied by a little sadness, a little bitterness, and a lot of memories that I’m desperately trying to bury.

it bothers me that it doesn’t bother you. 

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