"It’s fine, I’m used to it."

Isn’t it sad, admitting that? You’re use to being hurt, played, cheated on, taken for granted, backstabbed, etc., To the point where nothing really seems to matter to you anymore. To the point where it seems like no one cares about your feelings and thoughts. And to the point where you know someone hurt you so much, your last reply is “it’s fine, I’m used to it.”

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As soon as you left you took the oxygen from my lungs.
I couldn’t breathe.
I didn’t want to
I miss you so much. I need your arms wrapped around me and your breath on my neck, but you’re not here and I can’t stop fucking shaking.
You cracked every rib in my body. (via missinyouiskillingme)

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Having feelings for someone is scary because that gives them the power to hurt you.
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Depression blog. Keep going, you’re not alone.
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Untitled on We Heart It.
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