I dont like you. You’re selfish and cruel. You take things because you can and then expect people to just accept it. You hurt the people around you and what makes it worse is you realize it but don’t do anything about it. You are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met and yet I desire to be nothing like you.
Somedays I feel awful like noone really understands and I dont want anyone to anyway. I feel like im alone and angry and sometimes there are reasons and sometimes there aren’t. Somedays I feel happy. Those days are less often.
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Omg I agree
I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again.
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
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