I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much. And now I'm showing you mine. I'm but an average, untalented girl living in suburbia attempting self-discovery. I am ordinary. I live an easy life and yet I'm still unhappy; I'm hoping keeping track of my thoughts will make this easier to understand. I care little for other people's emotions. I lie to others to make my own life easier, but not ever to ease their suffering. I will not lie to you. My thoughts are my own, not easy words fed to me by my parents or my government. I am part of no church, and I believe in no god. The only thing I need to be saved from is my own mental unrest. I ate his heart then I swallowed his brain. If you don't love me back, I'll do it again.
November 19 - The flower garden.
There are some things that only work when you have people trying on both ends. Such as marriages, or job interviews, or construction work, or hostage nagotiation. But in this case I mean friendship.
I’ve spent too long being the only one who cares enough to try, so I have to let people go sometimes.
It just leaves me wondering, what about me makes people run away so quickly?
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drowninginpeace answered:
oh, hey there, sara, you’ve managed to read my mind and say what I’m thinking
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