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We’re in a constant state of feeling everything and feeling nothing all at once. 

It’s a horribly fucked up thing to admit, but: I’m ashamed to be a woman.

America’s birthday is right around the corner and despite it being a day of celebration, I find it more suitable to call it a day of absolute hell.

I love you, but I think we can both agree that we were both unhappy and that we just couldn’t go on the way we were.

What has affected my level of happiness or quality of life is the ways in which I feel I am supposed to feel about being single — which is guilty. 

Show your friends and your family members that you care.

Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me? I remember every single time you told me you loved me.