fuck offfffffff =/
get the fuck out of my fucking face you're breathing down my fucking neckk just fuck off already you digsust me =/ get the fucking idea already =/ xx
-> I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, that has a definite answer, like jigsaw puzzles. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she always struggled with God. And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.So PLEASE, don't tell me you love me. Just don't. Spare my sanity and don't tell me you won't leave . Just like he/she/they did . This is the only place where i get to vent ; break down and be ME. the ME that the world doesn't see simply because they don't want to. So before immediately disagreeing, just take a second to ponder..i might only be half wrong .
Thanks for reading though =]
Love ,
ranjie xx
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