This is a pretty old post tt i saved but oh well i’ll post it anyway
can kill
but sometimes they’re all that you know will stop you from crashing too painfully when ure getting too full of yourself
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and why havent we met then you ask
i dunno.
sometimes i ask myself if she was sent to my life not for a lifetime but merely for a season or worse a reason and now i’m just holding on so tightly to her when i shouldnt. sometimes i feel like if she knew the old me, the real me, shed leave and it would hurt like how it hurts when your fingernails are pulled from your fingers one by one, with you being in full consciousness the whole time.
sometimes i wish she didnt have a past cuz it hurts even to know that she is comparing me with her exes and it kills me to not know how i measure up. doesnt help that shes bbf wiith one of her exes and alright wit another. i hate myself for being so insecure.
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