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…you’ve ever felt personally victimized by Regina George.
military, shot, married, beaten, no one cares, bipolar, knocked up, depression, girl gone wild, no one fucking likes you, lesbian, gay, whore, nerd, dead, who the fuck are those two.
trying not to cry has always been really hard for me.
omg, this is so me. i try so hard not to cry that i’ll burst into tears. lame
truth is- i can’t be with someone when i’m in shambles myself. i have a crutch, and for now, that’s enough- because i’m not strong enough for much more.
however, at what cost is this sacrifice? what am i giving up? the last thing i wanted to lose was you.
*edit- no, i don’t want to give up anything. but it’s hard for me to see reality because in my delusional mind, i have nothing left to give. it’s not devaluing you as a person, it’s a painful flaw in me. i wish you hadn’t given up, but how could i be so stupid to think i could keep something so precious, delicate like a flower, in my life while keeping it hidden away in my heart, lock and key where it could never see sunlight? how can anything flourish without sunlight? i wish that flower knew i only kept it tucked away so it couldn’t be taken from me.
