Why do we talk least about things we think about the most?
I feel myself falling back into that dark hole again.
I don’t know myself again.
Flying up, and back down again.
I want this rollercoaster to end.
I don’t know where I wanted this to go. Im so tired of not knowing. This is no where near as bad as it could be. I want to help myself but at the same time I don’t. Why is that?
Confused.
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As an introvert, the best thing is finding someone who it isn’t draining to spend time with
(via valley-doll)
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