December 2011
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You either die a punk or you get older and grow...
He grabbed me by the jaw and forced me to kiss him.
I didn’t like that.
So, I stabbed him.
“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and...”
– (via sing-in-time)
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I realize that I’ve been running away. Every time I begin to feel that darkness in my belly start to spread, I try to avoid thinking about it. I try to pretend it’s not there. I fight so hard that I eventually become exhausted and then finally give in. I give in and relapse.
I need to stop running away. I need to accept it. Not accept it and give in, but accept its presence. To not...
