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Estelle Maskame

  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    So, fuck him.

    Fuck him for having me question my sanity.
  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    This is not me. My mind doesn’t unravel like this. Never, ever, ever.
  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    Maybe that’s why I have convinced myself cleaning the bathroom three times a day might help me feel better.

    Well, no.
  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    And it is agonizing, feeling it. Every time I sit down and focus on the hollowness inside of me and the echoes of a thousand memories, I lose my breath. My lungs constrict, my stomach twists; it is so tangible, so real. Pain. That’s what heartbreak is: insufferable, physical pain.
  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    Whoever said crying is therapeutic is a liar. Crying hurts like a bitch.
  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    We were supposed to have forever. We were supposed to want to have forever.
  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    “I haven’t washed my hair in five days,” I admit.
  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    “I’m not thinking about him tonight,”
  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    We were going to be together forever. It was always going to be him.
  • nanaцитирует2 месяца назад
    I know you love me, Weston, but you don’t make me feel loved.
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