im in no position to have high standards but it doesn’t stop me
I’m paranoid to the point where I want to punch myself in the face…like even if people tell me they enjoy my company, invite me places, and happily start conversations with me, I will still be 700% convinced that I am a waste of their time and that they secretly hate me and are talking to me only because they feel they have to
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"Better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie."-Russian Proverb (via jesussbabymomma)
i don’t want to go to school i don’t want to go to university i don’t want to have a career i don’t want anyone to expect anything of me ever ever ever i just want to sit in a cocoon of blankets all day every day sleeping and reading books because i don’t think i’m cut out for this whole ‘contributing member of society’ thing
i could never be a politician because every time it was my turn to talk in a debate it would start off with “listen you fucking prick” like idk how these people don’t do this
It doesn’t even hurt because I miss you anymore it’s because I’m jealous. Jealous that you got to move on before I did. I guess I just haven’t found it in myself to feel the same I did when we were together. I’m still scared to get hurt again because it felt like I was stabbed multiple times. I never want to feel that way again but I know that I will again eventually but when? I guess I just find it so unfair that you get to be happy while I’m still bitter and lonely. I know there are better and much important things to think about but sometimes I miss being called babe, being told I’m missed, waking up to a good morning text, and all that cute stuff. Although, I’d rather not be in pain, I don’t fancy being lonely all the time either. I don’t know, everyone just seems so happy with their significant other. Including you. I’m jealous because you’re happy and I’m not. It hurts because I envy your happiness.