How Little There Is To Listen When You Stop.
How little there is to listen when you stop.
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Time to go underground and push everyone away after an overwhelming weekend.
I'm not the past version of myself who didn’t rest,
I'm not okay and I need the help.
I'm so sick of these destructive defense mechanisms that do protect me from getting hurt but at the same time trigger the fear of abandonment, because of which I employ these mechanisms in the first place.
What the fuck.
as the solitude comforts me,
the loneliness eats me up and
I let it.
Too many insights. Too many realizations. Long way to go. Sit tight. 🫠
Relating to this on another level these days.
bpd culture is feeling like you're getting better until you start dating someone and getting interested in them and then realizing you're still so, so broken
.
I can't form so much as a tear
but I seem to be drowning still.
my mind often contradicts the heart
it says, no more.
today, the heart begs,
I will live for the both of us.
it's breaking me to cry for nothing
no one
something I never had
and probably never would
it's a longing that has no end
no reason
- after a negative pregnancy test
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