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d0it4theratchetz:

I don’t understand how people can just change the way they feel so fucking quickly. Like how can you wake up & just feel completely different? How can you just drop someone so easily? I don’t understand this & I don’t think I ever will.

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glowcloud:

The weirdest thing is that people talk about “coming out” as if it’s this big momentous thing that only happens once while in actual fact it’s something that you do almost every single day every time you talk to a new person every time you’re in a new situation you’re constantly weighing your options, the ability to be your true self vs the advantages of being a false self and honestly it’s so fucking exhausting

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discare:

Do you ever just wish you could unmeet someone? like maybe they were great up first, or even for awhile. But then they cause you so much pain and sadness that it wasn’t even worth the good times. So now they’re just stuck in your life, in your fuckin thoughts. You want them out but nope, forever they’ll be part of you.

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July 17, 2014

So I’ve made a list of everything I love and hate about myself.

Hate:
●Stomach
●Arms
●Nose
●Teeth
●Thighs
●Back Fat
●Cheeks
●Smile
●Ears
●Birthmark

Love:
●Eyes
●Hair


Everyone says how pretty, sexy, and beautiful I am. I just don’t see it. I don’t see what others see. I rarely look in the mirror for the simple fact, I hate what I see. I hate what I see because society is telling me I have to be size 2 to be beautiful. I hate what I see because for the last 5 years, I was abused mentally and emotionally that I don’t see anything else but a girl that became broken because of a guy. If you ask anyone that knows me, they’ll say I’m so strong and I’m always there for anyone that needs help. I’m the rock people turn too. But when is it my turn, my turn to break down and have a rock. Enough with my dad telling me I’m pretty for a girl my size and I’m not smart enough. Enough with the “am I too fat to wear this.” Today is the day I change. Not for everyone around me, but for me. I’m done hating myself. I’m going to learn to love myself, and I’m going to do it by looking good and most importantly feeling good. Today is the day where I stop caring what my dad says about me and do what makes me happy.

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