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Filthy lungs.
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everything is fine
I tell myself this everyday. I tell it to my friends, family, pets, and strangers.
but whenever I tell myself “it’s fine” I feel like it’s a lie. I’ve never been able to fully be “fine”. I can never be happy on my own. I have a malfunction in my brain, it keeps me from perceiving happy thoughts. I wish I would be happy. I wish I could think happily. Instead of this constant what if questioning I do to myself.
I want love, I want a job, I want a car, I want to quit smoking, I want a stronger relationship with God.. but I can never get that.. I do something to ruin my thinking and it takes away my step stones to get to what I want. Sometimes it kills me, sometimes I just think in black and white. Sometimes I just sit there without any thoughts.
Help is what I want… it’s what I need.
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this hearts taken.
1I’m so sorry
i know it doesn’t matter and that what’s done is done, and we’ll probably go back to rarely talking. but i don’t want it to be like that… not one bit.
it was fun, you were fun. but i can’t help the way i felt… i’m so sorry.
i am truly from the bottom of my heart, sorry.
seriously
for once, I want something to work out. I’m so sick of not having anything good happen to me.
I’m still keeping my head up and my hopes high but man, this shit is tough.
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