People are silly if they think that their words won’t travel.For all of you who just can’t help but gossip, speculate, or attempt to bad mouth me: I’m sorry for you :< That’s such a sad, empty hobbyDon’t tell me it’s because you are worried for my sake - If you knew me, you’d ‘know’ I can take care of myself, just fine. The reality of the situation is you really need to take all your mistakes, guilt, personal shortcomings, and not-so-quiet jealousy and put them to rest. If bashing and degradation is how you look for happiness, you won’t be finding it anytime soon. I am on my own life journey, continuously making mistakes and learning from them. I am by no means perfect, but I don’t have to be because I can honestly say that I am at peace with who I am. I can sleep soundly at night, and look at my own reflection without qualms. I spend my time laughing, trying to make others laugh with me, and in summary living my own life to its fullest.I suggest you to do the same. 
The irony is - It’s the ones that promise they won’t hurt you that cause you the most pain.    un-fucking believable  . Don’t ask why I push you away. You know why. The smaller the distance between us, the more it fucking hurts. Can you hear me now? Was I not saying it loud enough before? Were the tears not proof enough before? ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSIs my sobbing loud enough? Did I fall hard enough? say yes. please just say yes. . “No.” You cant be bothered. “I can’t.” You WON’T. “I love you.” shut the fuck up you fucking liar. stop talk stop talk stop talking. spewing all kinds of bullshit right in my face, right in my FUCKING FACE! You’re the worst one of all. I knew it. I knew it. But I love believing in happy endings. How could you? All I wanted was you, all I still want is you.I hate you. This feeling inside my chest? Searing. Hate. oh god it’s eating me alive. dying dying dyyyyiiing I kinda want to laugh cause I don’t know what else to do. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. die die die die die die die die die dieDEADMe or you? I don’t fucking know anymore. Let’s see who kicks it first hahahahahaha 
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With you gone, the simultaneous feeling of being so completely alone in endless vastness and the paralyzing constriction tightening around my chest begins to take hold once again. Do I resist? Make a point to fight against the constant pull of hopelessness that tugs around my waist and heart, so hungry to pull me down? Or. Just let it swallow me whole, succumb to the numb and cold. The empty. The nothing. Become nothing. . Don&#8217;t tell me to go on. To be okay. To find another. Because I can promise that a replacement won&#8217;t be what I obtain. Simply a distraction.
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I didn&#8217;t have an apple, so I was happy. Someone gave me an apple, so I took a bite.  I wanted more, but they took my apple away. I still want more apple. Now I know I&#8217;m missing it. I wish I never tasted it, but it&#8217;s simply too too late. Why?
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Relying on you, depending on you, trusting you.           As logical as a dog chasing its tail. As rational as using a trampoline to reach the moon. As sensible as quelling a drought with these tears. As plausible as Santa, the Tooth Fairy and &#8220;magic&#8221;.
Sooo nutrition class&#8230; We gotta learn about the different types of &#8216;vegetarians&#8217; (disregarding the fact how ridiculous that sounds. you either eat meat, and AREN&#8217;T a vegetarian, or you don&#8217;t &gt;&lt;) And for all you who were driven to vegetarianism/vegan-ism for the purpose of living a &#8220;kill free&#8221; lifestyle, consider this: When eating fresh, refrigerated fruits/vegetables, most of the time they&#8217;re still alive. At least the chicken is dead before I tear it apart with my teeth and eat it  -__- When you pick a tomato off the plant, it releases a puff of methane gas. They say it&#8217;s the equivalent to the plant screaming. All in all, go about eating or doing whatever tickles your fancy. It&#8217;s your life. But please, please, please - don&#8217;t get off on  being a snob and try to make yourself look better than people who eat meat. The rule: something MUST die, for another thing to live. The End. Ps-And for all you douches who try and pass for vegetarian just cause you don&#8217;t eat red meat or WHATFUCKINGEVER, STFU and GTFO   ;)
I stopped talking because there was nothing worth being said. Not &#8216;cause I was mad. Not because of sadness. Because there was nothing left to say. I dislike empty words. When they&#8217;re spoken to fill and line the empty pockets of conversation - versus relaying information or ideas. When did communication cease to be the exchange of knowledge or the voice of expression, and instead became as annoying and pointless as the incessant static on the random radio station? These words have become superflous. Do not beckon me to chitter away like the little birds, distributing back and forth nothings towards one another in a stream of meaningless banter. Save your breath, so I may save mine. In other words, shut. up. :)
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