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Heh. Ig ima die
Ah! Hes the same guy who provides women selfies that they could use if they feel threatened!
So he’s smart, diligent, has a variety of interests, looks out for women, and he’s pretty good looking if my mostly-lesbian assessment is worth anything
This is a unicorn of a man
“People always call me sweet. Sweet, sweet little girl. Everytime. I’m sick of it. With you. It’s different. You can call me sweet every day I wouldn’t get tired of it. Please, please call me sweet every day for the rest of all days.”
— with you it’s different. #1
“I learned many lessons from you treating me the way you did. But I just wish that for a moment I could go back to when I was naive and things were great and I could feel you love me and I could love you without fear and just pure pleasure. Because those days were some of the best days of my life and I miss you. I hope you’re doing better now and everything you have now was worth everything that we had. But what we had will always be valuable to me even if it’s not to you.”
— I miss you
Here is my story if your willing to listen
I’m a girl who grew up in a middle to upper class family. I have always been extremely introverted with severe anxiety, I’ve never fit it much less had any friends for longer than a day or two as a child. I have always felt this presence since I was a kid. And for a while it was gone but it’s back and it won’t let me sleep at night, without chills or noises or seeing something in the corner of my eye. I feel sick and weak no matter how much rest I get. I think maybe I get to much rest so I do more but I feel the same way. It gets a bit worse every night. And I can’t remember a lot of specifics of my childhood. I only remember being scared of something so much I would freeze and not breathe. I get the feeling I might remember what I’m so terrified, and I’m scared. I don’t know what to do or how to feel just quietly dying on the inside and my chest pain increases. If it’s nothing then it’s nothing. I want it to be nothing that this is just me losing it after years of trauma. I think I give off a vibe and some people know. People know I’m not okay or normal. I wanna just be okay I want to enjoy my last summer before my first year of college. I feel like I’m not gonna wake up one day not because I have depression and decided I wanted to die I feel like whatever is making me feel like this will. I had a time when I felt free I didn’t feel like this. I one night starting having nightmares night after night and I wasn’t used to it anymore I got a taste to make up from a good dream and feel amazing and have a great day with not issues. I need it, I need to feel it again. Why can everyone else feel it but me. I don’t want to tell any family or friends or even my boyfriend. I don’t want to look crazy to the few people I still have by my side. If you even have a small clue please let me know.
Am I dramatic
I know I’m picky especially when I’m doing bad. I need to sweetest more pure love, the most gentle words to stop my tears. I love your hugs to they make me feel safe. Sometimes I just need to hear your voice say the opposite of all the monsters talking in my head. I love you an I dont want to tell you what to say, should I, or would that make me dramatic and nitpicky
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