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Al final no estaba loca y nada fue mi culpa... Siempre tuve razón y tú no ibas a cambiar, ni lo harás nunca...
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ÉL SABÍA LO QUE HACÍA. Sabía que estaba mal, sabía cuánto te iba a doler, sabía que podía destruir lo que habían construido y que sus acciones podían romperte por dentro. NO LO JUSTIFIQUES. Él sabía perfectamente lo que estaba haciendo y, aun así, lo hizo.
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and maybe if I did the same thing to you, you'd never stop thinking about it either
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depression is only seen as an illness when the person kills themselves. While they are suffering, it's just being overly sensitive and ungrateful
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fuck casual i want mutual obsession. tell me you’ll kill me if i even think of leaving you while im imagining how pretty your insides would look on my knife
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me crying in the middle of the night because i don't understand what im feeling. everything is built up, sadness, anger, and guilt everything feels so heavy
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sometimes i sit alone and realize nobody truly knows how bad things are for me mentally
nessuno ha mai preso sul serio la mia depressione perché anche durante i momenti peggiori della mia vita sono sempre stata altamente funzionante. la sera ero seduta sul pavimento del bagno sperando di m0rire e la mattina dopo mi trovavo normalmente a lezione o a lavoro. ho avuto



















