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The blog of a young lady with a corrupted mind. My words are like a virus, going into your ears gliding through and infecting your whole body, I am the dreaded disease.
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Recognized my self-worth so I can finally stop blaming myself.

"Fight for what you want"
“Things worth having don’t come easy”
“Never give up on what you want”
“Nothing is worse than regret”

Sick of these dumb ass, unrealistic, optimistic bullshit quotes. I am not trying to be negative, just realistic. These quotes are the reasons why people end up hurting themselves, because they try so hard just to reach disappointment. Sometimes you can’t keep fighting for what you want because you know deep down you will never get it. Things worth having don’t come easy because that’s just life and life sucks. Sometimes you have to give up on what you want, not because you’re weak, but because they don’t want it. And you shouldn’t regret something in life you once wanted. Life is too fucking short to waste your time and effort on something when you’re the only one trying. Look at it as a lesson learned, move the fuck on and enjoy life before it’s too late.

Long story short: Don’t stick around waiting for him or her or anything to recognize your worth. If they are too blind to see that you are a good person, let it be his or her loss.

Life is too ironic, it takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence, and absence to value presence.

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death-of-a-fallen-angel:

Something people don’t tell you about depression enough is how sometimes you’re just fucking randomly irritable. Like there isn’t a reason why. None. You just are. And then you’re mad at yourself. And then you get depressed..more depressed…you just want to cry. And then you have to be alone to…

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I can’t blame you for leaving. I’ve fucked up way too many times. Just know that I’m still in love with you so I’ll continue to pretend that I’m fine.

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20andonward:

I see so many young adults on this website glamorize mental illness and use it as their defining trait.

It’s not “glamorous” being 21 and having move back in with your parents because you can’t keep your shit together by yourself.

It’s not “glamorous” to have a 15k hospital bill because you…

20andonward:

That’s the shittiest thing about these illnesses. You often can’t discern if your thoughts are your disorder taking over, or if it’s actually you.

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corruptedmindd:

I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.

Then, the day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling it was going to get worse and I wasn’t going to be okay for a very long time.

I hope one day I’ll be good enough for you.

I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made.

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michaelfaudet:

New York Loft by Michael Faudet

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via kushandwizdom)

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"I always walk three steps behind him to his left. Anything that comes toward him from behind, I encounter first. I can clearly see what advances to his right and his left. I also have my sights on what approaches ahead. If I stand beside my King, I can only focus on what’s ahead and if he swings his sword…I will surely be struck. Three steps behind is the most powerful position for a Queen."

stanleykubricky:

how this scene should have gone

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