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Sometimes, at least, I’d like to feel like I’m more than just enough.

06:25 pm, BY lisaplvu[1 note]

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I used to be so strong and independent. What happened to me? I can’t control any of my emotions anymore and I lose sleep over thoughts that I could care less to have. I’m literally hurting all the time and I’m likely to break out into tears at any given moment. It’s stupid and it sucks. I’m stuck where I don’t want to be.

09:15 am, BY lisaplvu

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I know it’s summer, but I just feel like shutting myself out from the world.

10:10 pm, BY lisaplvu[4 notes]

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Oh no… here I go again. Must resist mental breakdown.

10:27 pm, BY lisaplvu

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It’s so difficult for me to explain my feelings to anyone. Whenever I try, they always try to give me some motivational speech or tell me that I can get through it. I do appreciate their thoughts, advice, and attempts, but this is something more than just that. I honestly feel like I can’t connect with anyone right now with how I’m feeling. I frequently think to myself while driving, “what if I were to just crash my car into that tree right now?” or, “what if I just drive off this bridge?” I wouldn’t actually do it (don’t worry), but some days I really want to. Bleh.

09:57 pm, BY lisaplvu[2 notes]

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I’m seriously losing myself. I don’t know what to do. Why can’t I just hold it together until after finals?

12:01 pm, BY lisaplvu[1 note]

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Starting my summer list:

  • Six Flags on June 14th
  • Bowling/Karaoke on June 15th ?
  • Hang out with seeeesterrrrrr on June 16th
  • camping on June 21-23 ?
  • work work work work work
  • both summer sessions = no life for 12 weeks
  • FYF Festival on August 24-25th
  • Visit Janet ?
08:07 am, BY lisaplvu

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I just want to be me again already. I want to get better and love myself like I did before. I feel so stuck that there’s always a strong ocean current holding me back from being in that happy place. I’m losing more and more strength to swim through alone.

08:19 am, BY lisaplvu

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my-twisted-fantasie:

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

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my-twisted-fantasie:

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

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08:22 am, BY lisaplvu[484,859 notes]

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My internal roller coaster is tearing my heart apart. This isn’t even like the good kind of tugging on my heart strings. It’s like a boulder sitting on it, smashing it.

I’m an open book. I can talk about all my feelings, no big deal. So why can’t I just do this?

10:22 pm, BY lisaplvu

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I realized that you will see completely different parts of my life depending on which social media you use to follow me. My twitter is probably the most unrelated but related at the same time because I post whatever is on my mind at a moment, good or bad. My Instagram is all fun things and cute things. My Facebook is usually me trolling people or posting about shows or things I think more people should see. And my tumblr is basically the ugly step child that I don’t really want to show the entire world, but the select few that have accepted it all these years. Things I say on my tumblr are usually during my most vulnerable moments and my posts definitely reflect that. So it’s not that I have this many different personalities. I just show a different side on each one.

09:08 pm, BY lisaplvu[4 notes]

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During the Warriors game: *kisses me on the cheek* “You know how lucky I am to be with you?”

The little bit of reassurance that I’ve been waiting for.

08:39 pm, BY lisaplvu[6 notes]