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i’ve got this urge to just deactivate my facebook, delete my twitter, turn off my phone, go to the nearest train station and buy the first ticket to anywhere and run away forever.
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Not religious, but agreeable none-the-less. Bitch please, only I kill me
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I wish I actually had the willpower to continually starve myself… or at least follow the starving plan I laid out… :/ but every other day this week has been a massive, and I mean fucking massive, binge and purge… I’m terrible. I take advantage of everything I have because at heart I’m a fat ass… Still am a fat ass. Overweight and jiggly and ugly. I wish I could make it a week without breaking my plans and promises. I just keep letting myself down
Anonymous asked: Lol half of your followers are on tumblrdatinggame(.)com
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A few months ago, I made some small contact with this girl I met over the internet. I followed closely her blog, which helped us make contact in this place, and her mine, as it turned out. I talked not too frequently with her at first, but I fell in love with what her blog showed of her thoughts… Then I fell for who I knew and know her to be. Head over heels, I fell for her. Thousands of miles away, and she still managed to capture every drop of my attention; that is impressive, I must say.
As it turned out, the same thing happened with her. She fell for me as well, with 1350 miles between us… We started talking so much more and started a long-distance, and close relationship— or at least I know I felt that way. We communicated as much as we could, and we voiced our feelings and simply talked about anything and it was really nice.
Something went wrong with the technologies we used to communicate. We could not talk as much— not nearly as much— and it somewhat fell apart. I, for one, became less and less confident that it was all real, and she, to my best interpretation, did as well. We hardly talk any more, and I miss that— I miss it so, so much. I miss it because even reading her thoughts on a text message made me feel a little better about myself…
It has been a few days since we’ve been able to talk. I miss her. It would seem impossible to miss something you’ve never even had, but she makes it possible.
I have left you unnamed, but if you read it, I believe that you’ll know if it’s about you or not. Believe me when I say, every word of it is true.
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Ferris Buler’s Day off…
Basically, me and my two buds are skipping a day of school together. This will be fucking awesome
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