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yes
i have mood swings
i can be manic
but most of the time
i am just
lonely
sad

i am sorry (not sorry)
i scared you away
and said messed up things

its because you hurt me
and i was so afraid
things
are never as they seem

id do anything
just to have a partner...
just to have love

not ******* sorry
cause i shouldnt be.
here i go again,
becoming more like
the author

of that that book
its 10 30
and my eyes are strained
i hung out
with crazy people online

i don't even have my own place
i don't wanna work

someone joined
with the same name as you
i thought
a bit more positive today
positive over negative

i could never
have *** with you
without falling in love
i always
imagine it
so intense

i hate this world
i wish i was never born into it.
i don't ever wanna come back
it's not beautiful
it's not amazing
it's not magical

i cant escape the misery
and im not abby geni
or rather
miranda

im tired
I don't even know what to call this. It's like a story. I believe I'm copying the writing style of Abby Geni. Maybe she aligns with my mind. Maybe she understands. I don't know.

All I can think about is how you treat me versus what you say you want with me. It just makes me feel too confused. I'm usually imagining you driving over to Philly and us talking in the car. Me smiling at you, or having a straight face. Or maybe both, depending on my mood. Sometimes I'm *****. Sometimes I'm sad. Sometimes I'm angry. You'd easily be able to see my slight change in personality, in emotion, mood swings.

I need to workout before it its 1.

I am an open book with you. I can never remember a time I ever lied to you. I don't like lying. I want to be authentic and be myself. All I can wonder is just: Why? Just ******* why? Why do you keep trying to have *** with me and then call me your friend? I thought about it in the bathroom. I think that you like me as a friend but have a problem controlling your ****** impulses around me. Cause I "turn you on." But even your friendship is a problem. Is being racist, making hateful comments about my religion, and constantly nitpicking my intelligence and making me feel like **** what you call a "friend?" I don't get what's wrong with you.

The more I explore life in my little way, and grow curious about things, the more I see the truth about you. But it's also easy for me to get swept up in the grand delusion I ******* have. Being "so in love!" with you. Why?

I went on and on and on about why, for so long. Is this another part of you that I love? That you're a racist *******? Who can't control himself?

My thoughts and memories and disfragmented. Whatever the ******* word is.

I was disappointed when you first showed me your face. I can't remember much but the awkward smile.

That little curve, bent. Like it was forced. Something uncanny. Like an AI staring himself in the mirror. Facade, deceiving himself to think he's some sort of king. A ******* clown.

And that shirtless pic you went around showing everyone like a ****. And of course you had to cheat on me. But for some reason I don't care about that. Because you told me about that so late. Like, 2 years after.

You'e so hard to understand. I'm just tearing up right now. I'll never be the same after everything you did to me. I constantly feel like I can't ******* scream. I can't ******* get angry. I'm getting choked up.

I'm tearing up because I'm also disillusioned. Because I keep being in love with a fantasy. Because it constantly plays inside my head, over and over again.

I walk around life flat-faced, and emotionless. Hiding my painful everyday routine. No ***. No dating. It's killing me, but it's alright. I'll just study and work all day. Holding back the tsunami of pain and emotions that threatens to take over me. A defining mark of a borderline personality. Maybe I should delete my account. Start a new one. I've had so many.

Everything's just going through my head. But especially the thought... the thought of us meeting for real. I would be happy. Would I be happy? Excited.. but would that switch to sadness, knowing the disgusting ******* thing you really are? Or would I lash out, and switch to anger? Would I scream at you? Like I desperately want to?

The way you make me feel is so crazy. So confused. So lost. Normal people look at me like I'm ******* crazy. "Just move on."
"Just let it go."
I don't want anyone else

Every person I'm attracted to you somehow has to have some characteristic of you. They have to look like you. Have the same skin tone as you. Intellect like you. Attractive like you. My ****** desire is for no one but you. The people I attract are even just you. I can't escape from you in my life. You are everywhere. You are everything.

You are the only thing I love. Destabilizing me, making me crazy, ruining my life. All of this other **** is worthless. You are the only one I love.

I guess I do love you and your flaws. Maybe I love the fact that you don't love me. Maybe I love the chaos and drama. Maybe I love hanging by a thread. Maybe I love constantly being depressed everyday because of my internal hell.

I can just imagine you ******* with me again. Trying to have *** with me. Buying me risque things. All you make me feel like is an object. You make me feel like you can't ever see me as a person. You can't ever love me. You just want to always use me. You make me cry. You make me feel tired. Of the same **** over and over again. You live in my head.
At this point I just don't even give a **** anymore.
its me again
this feels good
to say everything
i want to say

its not like
teary vent
like i did
years ago
fresh
from the scars
of your words
and actions
abusing me

i was always
afraid
to say that word
abuse
i was always afraid
afraid of you

i imagine
touching
your average looking face
feeling
happy
sad
angry
no
those arent the words

words cant describe how i feel.

its a bit..
disgusting
the things you make me feel

i just
want to talk to you
want to meet you
to see you

maybe
i should
abandon my account
like you abandoned yours.

disappear
into nothing
looking back
at all the things i wrote
now that ive started
to pretend that youre readying my "poems"

you can tell i have mood swings
that my thoughts, feelings, and ideas change a lot
even after all this *******
your ugly *** put me through

****
sometimes
i still wish
you were lying next to me
even though i hate you
its little blissful moments like this
i just want to touch you

all you want is *** from me...
you disgust me

"thats not all i want!"

then why dont you ******* act like it?

you're incapable.
i can't believe that i was so desperate.
in the most
pristine of moments
i look over my shoulder
in a giant ocean
hoping to see
your gleaming pale face
smile at me

and kiss me
im clearly
not the one you want
and you're
put too high
on a pedestal
in my mind

you kind of
disgust me
or rather
i disgust myself
knowing i know
i let the ugliest
most insecure men
get into my heart
and see parts of me
i dared to show no one.

and even came close
to letting them inside me
just to take advantage
of the fact
that i want to be loved.
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