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Soliloquy is dedicated to those who get stuck in their own heads. Be gentle with yourself, and don't talk yourself out of good ideas.
Perhaps new things turn good memories painful,
Write without fear. Edit without mercy. Revenge without empathy. Murder without remorse.
Is what you are doing today going to be important to you ten years from now? If not, then why are you doing
I fear investing time into a person who is secretly building a case against me. Keeping track of every little word, every single day. I fear trusting someone who doesn’t trust me. I fear loving someone who doesn’t love me. I fear giving myself to someone who gives nothing. They take, and take, and take until nothing remains. Then they get angry when I stand up for myself.
I fear the annoyance and inconvenience of feeling guilty
I fear being abandoned for speaking. Abandoned because I asked for: help cooperation communication love equality respect fun attention.
understanding the pain doesn't make the pain easier to deal with. The pain cuts deep. Abandoned and lonely. Starting from scratch.
People walk away from friendship so easily. I’m tired of being heartbroken. I can handle being alone, but I can't handle being lonely. I can’t handle abandonment. I can’t handle betrayal. I can’t handle being denied. I can’t handle being talked about.
Get up, get dressed. Enjoy the rain before the sun rises.
I don't know what it is about me I have tried to figure it out I have tried to self-analyze I have tried to self-diagnose I have tried to self-medicate there is something about me there is something that people do not like about me
years of soul searching and I have found nothing
I'm not sure when I gave up but I absolutely gave up
if people cannot accept me for who I am then perhaps it is better for me to ignore them
What once was a struggle, masochism, has become an addiction.
An addiction to depravity and worthlessness.
You are beautiful but annihilating.
I needed some space. You needed space, too. We can have our own lives sometimes.
Willful ignorance is not bliss. Willful ignorance is lying by omission. Omitting the truth from yourself. Lying to yourself.
only you and I could be so ignorant and blissful our crimes justified and swept under the rug This is why I didn't wake you. You force me to remember. I want to forget. I will never allow you to forget what you did.
April showers bring May flowers, or so they say.
There is no camaraderie here, no brotherhood. It's every man for himself, every species for itself.
