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stressing-out & cramming work & crying myself to sleep tonight
my life; good stuff
It’s like I know subconsciously I don’t deserve to be happy so…anger.
I tell myself I’ll be patient and understanding, but nothing prepared me for how worthless I feel.
My mother doesn’t know that she makes me cry almost every single night, because of the absolute anger, hatred, and all those indescribable emotions of pure disgust I feel towards her. You don’t want the best for anyone; you value only what is beneficial to you. You have no compassion, only your image.
Maybe I’m a fool.
I hold onto your every word, truth or not.
I’m your fool inlove.
![Happy 3000th post, mylove! :]
Because your tumblr is my tumblr. LMAO](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maihxagtoQ1qzza14o1_1280.jpg)
Happy 3000th post, mylove! :]
Because your tumblr is my tumblr. LMAO
To have your words completely disregarded by the one person in the world that you thought would listen no matter what; yeah, that shit hurts.
Especially when you know you’ll never stop trying.
Your mind attacks you when you’re at your weakest state.
But I have you.
