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I hate this feeling of not being good enough. It’s difficult talking to people about it because I know what they’re going to say: they’ll argue the contrary and say uplifting things. I know I’m good enough. I know. But knowing doesn’t change the fact that I don’t feel it. Not good enough for boys, or friends or teachers or dads or coaches.
I’ll find comfort but just let me vent because, ya know, teenage girl, graduation, college, all that stuff.
The most horrific thing about getting close to someone is the thought that at any point, they could lose complete interest in you
and most of the time they do.
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my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
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IT’S SO HARD WHEN YOU’RE IN A CUDDLY MOOD AND DON’T HAVE ANYONE TO CUDDLE WITH THIS IS AN OUTRAGE
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sO my friend’s dog died and she lives in new york city and so she had to take it to the vet by the subway and she put the dead dog in the suitcase on the subway and it was a pretty big dog and some dude saw that she was struggling with the suitcase so he asked if she needed help with it and he said do you mind me asking what’s in it and she didnt want to say a dead dog so shE SAID IT WAS A BUNCH OF LAPTOPS SO HE TOOK THE SUITCASE AND RAN AND I JUST
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