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i had the kind of depression that just made me feel numb-i never felt anything back when i was younger. i didnt feel sad and i never felt anything close to happiness. just a big, black, empty nothing. my hearts been feeling hollow again, but this time im feeling sad about it. must be because ive come such a long way, ive worked so hard to heal from my depression, and after a few years im getting this feeling i unfortunately recognize. im disappointed, i suppose. that seems to be the theme of the past few months

i think this sadness is also related about how hard it is to be vulnerable. like i said, i was very numb back when i was depressed, so i never really allowed myself to self reflect and figure out what the fuck i was feeling.
i get to sit with myself now. i think out loud, i pray, i try to understand and make sense of my feelings. must be why it feels so strange to have this familiar numbness but also trying to access it this time around. its like this new version of me has to deal with something shes never had to before, and trying to approach a familiar feeling in a completely different way.

progress, i guess ?

healing is never linear, i know, i know. i keep reminding myself that.

i dont know if anyone reads my posts. not that it matters, but itd be nice if theres anybody listening to me yell from the other side of this void. stay sexy, whoever you are
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every song is about you again. all of the sad ones. theyre the only type of music i listen to, anyway. maybe thats why i cant stop thinking about you

"please dont make me wait long, i just wanna be your main one"

i hope youre alright, wherever you are in the world. i cant look at the sky without remembering its the only thing still connecting us-besides my unrequited longing, that is. i cant watch sunsets without thinking you look at the same sun as i do, without the reminder were under the same sky. you ruined the moon for me

i miss talking to you. its the one thing in the world i miss the most, i think, and i have dead relatives. i havent had such a bad relapse in months, i think. mightve been a year even. i bet youre stabbing the tiny old voodoo doll you keep of me somewhere in france. i keep wondering if you ever think about me-i used to be so sure you did. then again, i used to be sure id marry you. so i really dont know much about anything, apparently

i hope youre healthy, i hope you know how much i love you, and i hope you never cross my mind again

its almost midnight. i love the sound of the rain and i left my window open so my room can get a bit cold. please text me when you can
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