my mom pays a man to tell me how much she really loves me deep, down under her facade of irrationality and narcissism. how much i deserve you, how beautiful and intuitive i am. he asks me if he should worry before i leave the office, and i say no. i say no because i don't want someone being paid to care about me. he asked me if i loved myself. what ( Read more... )

i'm fucking sick of it.
nobody wants me here,
there's nothing for me in this town,
nothing i do is ever good enough.

you're the only thing keeping me here;

at all.

so when you leave i will too.

( OUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT. )

( THINGS I MISS. )

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Another tear in the sea.
Another drop in the ocean.
After the fall,
Waiting to sink.

Oh, solo mio.

It's all right now.
Come closer,
Talk to me.

honey, it has to be a fucking sign when everyone you touch eventually hates you with a passion.

so how about you and me go out to Linnea's for a little tea?
i'll be sure to tell you everything that we think.

but seriously, i hate myself.

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