January 2012
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Well it’s almost 2012, and here I am ringing in the new year…all alone…on tumblr. I guess I deserve it though right? I’ve been nothing but a mean asshole for a while now. Of course no one wants to be around me. I hope that all the people that I thought I had plans with are having fun without me. Fucking kill me.
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Is it me?
Did I bring this upon myself? I must have. I can’t come up with any other explanation. Whatever I did to make you hate me, I’m sorry. I was just trying to live my life, and make a friend, but I guess I fucked that up somewhere along the way. I don’t know what I did, but I guess nothing can be done to fix it at this point.
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I feel like a real fucking idiot for believing your lies for as long as I did. I don’t know what I did to you to deserve the treatment you gave me, but I feel like I need to apologize for whatever I did to you to make you hate me in the first place. It’s like you were out for revenge from the start or some shit. What did I ever to to you? Serious question. Not that I expect an answer....
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Why me?
I don’t understand why you couldn’t just let me live my life. I’m a human being with feelings and emotions too. I may put up a tough front, but it’s not like you didn’t know how vulnerable I really was. You saw me at my weakest, because I was always at my weakest when I was around you…and you never cared. In fact, you used that shit against me. What’s...
December 2011
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When I heard that a guy jumped out of Turner and killed himself, the first thought that came to my mind was “I hope it was Manny.” I don’t know why that was the first thought that came to mind, but it was. It was at this point that I realized I could no longer have you in my life, for your own sake. You said that you thought I hated you. You were right. I started off liking you a...
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Scared?
You were scared of me? I was more scared of you. One time I had a really vivid nightmare that you were the devil himself. I’m not one that would usually be scared of something like that, but with you it was different. I could see it in you when we hung out. I literally used think that you would be the cause my death. I told people that, and they all told me to leave you alone. I knew you...
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What did I do?
The one thing about all of this that has never made any sense is the fact that I never did anything to you. It seems like ever since you first met me, you had something against me. What did I ever do to you? Why did you hate me from the start? I can’t understand it. I can understand not wanting to date someone, but pretending that you care about someone as a friend when you really...
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My 45oz jar of menstrual blood is almost full.
cuntbarf:
I am not sure what to do with it once it’s full. I have been collecting my blood for a year and a half, and I would like to keep it. But, I am terrified of something happening and it breaking. I would be lying if I said I weren’t attached to it.
What do you think, Tumblr?
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As my body becomes more scarred, the people around...
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thirty-onedays asked: Thanks for the re-blog. I love your tumblr! <3
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I hate you.
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I really reserve the word hate for a special place that I’ll never keep in my heart, but to this man, his face is the very essence of why I am sad and why I know there will always be hurt in the world.
You’re such a bad person. I have dreams at night, nightmares at that of past encounters. You are horrid and gross, yet I can’t erase you out of my head. Why would I stick around for...
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What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies, with secret indentities and disguises, to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain’t lookin’.
- Marshall Mathers