some typical thoughts of the typical teenfamilies never hold strong
parties arent that great
parents need the parenting
friendships always end
theses are the best years
these are the the worst years
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the voice inside my headYou’re never going to get there so why are you tryingthe voice inside my head
Maybe this is just the way things are suppose to be
Not everyone can be perfect
There has to be someone for people to look down on
Why not you
You’re now a spitting image of everyone you used to judge
Fighting it is only wasting time
But then again what else are you going to do with your time
It’s not like you’ll ever actually be happy
Just give up
You’re not getting anywhere
You’ll still be the same worthless person i
by ~longing-to-escape
old journal6shes on a runaway train and theres no way of stopping it or at least thats how she feels she no longer has control over anything not her weight not her emotions and none whatsoever over her lifeold journal6
shes sick of being such and emotional rollarcoaster but she cant seem to stop it or even slow it down she no longer controls the tears that fall from her eyes like she could before
shes a wreck
forget beautifully broken forget beauty on the breakdown and forget beauty in the suffering
they are all simple fairy tales made to make her and othe
by ~longing-to-escape
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More Stable than 'Friends'Not sure what we're doin here, And no one sees the fall; Nor does anyone see the fear, No one answers that fatal call.More Stable than 'Friends'
The cry out for help in vain; But no one stopped to listen. Left alone in this pain, Going back to the beast within.
Consuming every thought; Until no cries come out again. In this trap now caught for, The addiction always remains.
It stays through all the years, And takes away the pain, Friends used to lend an ear, But being fake will always reign.
Acting like they care, But only because they shou
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"Christ's power to heal is deeper than our deepest pain."
like if i were to discribe my self
it would be i am my eating disorder
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
thanks.
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unbearable lightness of being
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