February 2012
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whatever, man. i’m just having fun. i’m sorry that i fucked her but now you know that she’s not the one.
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I SET FIRE TO OUR BED
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the ticking of my watch feels so loud in this silence that even when my wrist is buried under a pillow, i can still hear the ticking inside my head and i know that it’s friday and you want me to come over but i can’t leave the house and anyway i can’t see your face because it isn’t the face i want to see.
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too depressed recently to ever, ever be horny//so depressed that my desire for physical closeness is unbearable//desire for physical closeness strong enough to yield to fucking, despite lack of sex drive//(caused by the same depression that fuels my sleeping around.)
“It’s not like I’m a slut, or that I really like to fuck, I just want every boy I...”
– (via inspiteofalltherosesthorns)
whydoihaveablog:
Today has been the kind of day where every 10 minutes I am quite literally forced, by some unknown internal regulator whose only function is to keep me at a constant even-keeled 4 on the anxiety scale, to look up at the ceiling, momentarily stop breathing, and whisper “What. Am. I. Doing.”
January 2012
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I know your tears more than you ‘cause I see them so much
That’s what happens when you’re here with no trust, okay
I lied, cheated, you cried
You done worse shit, and I’m still here, right?
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But I guess that’s just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
I’ll never love you enough to trust you—
we just met and I just fucked you.
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