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Everytime I gain money again. It all goes away so fast O_O. 

I’m not cute or incredibly smart or funny. I’m awkward and shy and don’t know what to say most of the time. I don’t have any real talents that make me stand out, I don’t trust people easily and it’s hard for me to open up. I’m tired of having people think I’m different only to leave when they realize I’m really nothing special, so I’ll tell you right now, so don’t come into my life unless you’re truly willing to stay anyways.

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If I have one gun with one bullet and Osama Bin Laden is infront of me. I’ll shoot myself instead. 

philjayr:

I feel like I choose to be alone. I have been alone for most of my life. Maybe that is why. I feel like I am so depressive. All my answers, all my words, all my sentences just speak out with a saddened, pain stricken tone. I have dealt with pain so much, that pain embodies my mind and heart. 

“To think is to hurt. To breathe is to hurt. To live is to hurt.” 

Pain and struggle has made me grow so much weaker.. 

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philjayr:

I am very strong, and sometimes I am very weak. I am a very sad, depressed person. That no one even notices. That no one will notice, because I decide to just be unnoticeable to the eyes of others. I do not want them to see me in my weak state. 

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philjayr:

takes her time to get to know me. All of me. A girl who sees what other girl’s do not see in me. A girl who gives me her trust, even when I have only begun to step into her shoes. That to me hurts my chest. It is like a reminder of why I do not talk to many girls anymore. Of why I don’t just go off telling my life to anyone. She took her time, made a decision, to be my friend, to give me her trust. It makes me sad, but smile at the same time. 

She is an attraction to my mind. 

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