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I'm a girl. Sixteen. New York. This is where my darker thoughts go.

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I can’t handle when people care

I can’t handle when people love me and need me and think so highly of me

I keep everyone at arm’s length

It’s ruining my relationships with everyone and the people I love have to suffer

I’m ruining my own life

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The fact that I don’t feel right saying “I love you” back anymore is something that I should probably be worried about

Also, when you keep insisting on how cute other girls are, and they keep reminding you that you have a girlfriend, “So?”, “That’s not the point”, and “I know but that girl is so sweet” aren’t exactly ideal answers, just saying

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I don’t understand why I’m not happy. It’s not you, it’s me. Why am I not happy. You treat me so well but I can’t even fucking lie to myself. I am completely unhappy. I am in love with you. Why am I fucking miserable. 

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