sticks&stones// skin&bones

"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."

- I have become rather fearful I suppose. 

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"He fucking crushed me. Took away every little piece of my being and shattered it with his hands. I want to kiss and love or fucking kill you but I can’t do any of the three. Some nights make me want to run into traffic or jump off a bridge to feel calm once again. Breakups mean blood on the floor and panic attacks on school nights. They mean drowning yourself in alcohol and smoking until you don’t remember why you loved him to begin with but the moment you sober up it starts again and the vicious fucking ongoing cycles start over again and again they don’t leave until you find a new reason to be happy.
Giving a boy your happiness will always end in destruction. You will want nothing but to empty your soul and never get out of bed but honestly I know one day I will. but now, but god fuck this hurts now more than I ever imagined it would. And all I can do is live."

- Panic attacks on Sunday nights

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