My perfect little punching bag
"Nobody seems to notice I can’t handle this loss on my own.” /// r.i.d
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I wish I could call someone…. Just to talk until I fall asleep
There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.
The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath (via ibecamethesun)
Well this is a bit embarrassing
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