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Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.

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boltonw18:

Even when I’m not working or sleeping I’m spending every minute of the day in bed. What is my purpose anymore? No one looks forward to seeing me, i don’t have a best friend, i have no plans or goals in life. And throughout all that I fucking miss Helen more than anything in this shitty world. I…

I don’t know how to reply to comments but thankyou Shannon you are too sweet. As daft as it sounds I think I just need a cry. But I just can’t…
I feel empty and devoid. I’ve seen it posted on here a few times but the best way I can describe it is that it’s like you’re drowning except you don’t die. You are fully aware of it and you can’t escape.

Even when I’m not working or sleeping I’m spending every minute of the day in bed. What is my purpose anymore? No one looks forward to seeing me, i don’t have a best friend, i have no plans or goals in life. And throughout all that I fucking miss Helen more than anything in this shitty world. I know we as humans are hardwired to remember the negative over the positive but there literally is no positive. Why do I need love so much to be happy. Fucking love cuts me more deep than anything else.

For when I’m too lazy to leave the bed to play Xenoblade! X)

For when I’m too lazy to leave the bed to play Xenoblade! X)

dabhabit:

When I was in the hospital
I was roomed with a schizophrenic
And she was the most gentle person I have ever met
There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck
Who told very funny jokes
A girl who never spoke a word
Would draw the most beautiful pictures
The boy who shook with anxiety
Could hold the most intelligent conversations
Even the girl who screamed in her sleep and picked at her skin
Had a heart the size of the ocean
We are not who you think we are