I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell. - Unknown
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You know, it’s not the fact that he left me—that he wanted nothing to do with me—that hurts.
It’s the fact that in the end, everyone leaves. It’s the fact that in the end, I’m alone. - smoke-of-your-lies (via wnq-writers)

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I’m just going to put it out there: I’m not perfect.
I’m only 5'2" and thinner than I’d like to be. I haven’t got clear skin and my hair isn’t silky. I have body hair and thick eyebrows and a flat chest. I make stupid decisions. I buy glasses too big for my face and bras that are uncomfortable. I sleep late and skip breakfast and cut class when I already have a shortage of attendance. I daydream when I need to be studying and study till the break of dawn on the day of the test. I suck at making conversation and have stage fear and I’m awkward in social situations. I imagine problems that aren’t there and then try to find solutions for them. I dream too big and work too little. I want this boy to be in love with me for eternity but I also have trust issues that sometimes creep back in. When I’m on the phone with him at 2 A.M., I can’t say goodbye even if my eyes are giving up. I can never say goodbye. I love too much. I compromise too much for him and romanticize love a lot and can’t get over the fantasy of “the one”. I keep running back to places that have burnt me. And I love my world of books and fantasy more than the world I live in. I give destiny too much power and keep alternating between “I want to be pretty” and “Physical beauty doesn’t matter”.

And I bet you were excepecting this to end with a “but”.

“But I’ve got the best heart.”

“But I’ve got beautiful eyes that will captivate you.”

“But I’m doing okay.”

No.

I’m far from perfect and sometimes, that just sucks a lot for me.

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@scribbled-in-notebooks

There, it’s out.

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I wanted to talk about it,” she said, “but no one asked.That’s the thing.No one ever asks. - Sue Zao,Excerpt from a book i’ll never write (via anybubu)