I just want to disappear, not to see if anyone cares just to get away from here.
Why the fuck do I always have to end up being the one left out, meaning nothing to anyone and forgotten. Perfect. Just fucking perfect
THIS!!!
Not having time for a person, not being able to sit in silence with somebody, that’s the same as rejecting them.
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I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. I think that’s the strangest thing of all now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.