I don’t know if I ever want to be in love. I want to feel all of those things. I want to be loved and I want to give it, but I don’t want it to leave me. I’m afraid that if I let myself go, if I let myself not think, all of those things will disappear and I will be left like how I was brought into this world; cold, alone, and desperate for affection.

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I haven’t ate anything in two days…. in counting.

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I can feel my heart breaking all over again. Its even worse than the first time.

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I just want to be the girl your afraid to lose.

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