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I’m addicted to hurting.
I'm a pro at imperfections 
And I'm best friends with my doubt.
 
When I compare my Life with others who are less fortunate, I feel so blessed and grateful that I immediately stop complaining and start Living with Joy and Gratitude.

       

         
 
"there's a part of me that's happy for you. 
there's a part of me that wishes you the best with your new girl.
i hope that she loves you, and you love her too.
i hope you treat her as one would an expensive pearl.

but there's another part of me that wishes she'd break your heart.
there's another part of me that wishes she'd destroy you just like you did to me.
i hope that makes you think back to when we happened to part.
i hope that makes you think "d//amn, i know just how wrong i was to she."

(nm)- it's been almost two fuc//king years and you still haven't apologized for breaking my heart
 

 


i asked god to take you out of my life if you weren't going to bring me more happiness than pain. And he immediately took you away. and yet i still wasn't satisfied because i wanted to be the one who called the shots, I wanted to be the one who ended things. I just wanted you to stay until someone better came along...how selfish of me.
The Earth never crosses it's own path. Not only is it not in a circular orbit around the sun, it is not even in an elliptical orbit around the sun. Everything drifts. Nothing matches the architype perfectly. None of us is perfect. Everything is imperfect. The imperfections create our identity. The only way I know I exist is by my variation from the ideal. I am error. I am alive.
People who purposely decrease the font size only make it harder for others to get their message. It's not cute. It's obstructive.
She acts like she's part of me, as if we are unified and stronger for it, but she can withdraw her participation anytime she wants and leave me destitute. I am whole, complete, strong, and realized, but I can be alone again in a moment.
Don't forget about me,
Don't forget about me,
Even when I doubt you,
I'm no good without you.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

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