when did i become so tender-hearted?

that’s what eric said his son is: tender-hearted. when did i become this way? everything hurts. all the little things burn like i touched an ember. i just want to be by myself. i dont want anyone to exist around me. they hurt without meaning to. i think anyway. it feels like they are on purpose, but its wrong of me to assume so. i dont even want to talk to new people. i’m scared of what they’ll do. i keep things from people now. i didnt used to, because i believe that you preserve your memory by telling the stories of your life. if people dont know you, they wont know your memory either. it wont be important. you’ll be forgotten. but i cant bring myself to tell things for fear of the reactions. i dont even care what people think of me. why am i letting it all get to me? i cant fight it off. its too much. i have no one i can count on to be there i guess. when the whole world is against me, who is there for me to lean on? no one. no one for me to draw stength from, to protect myself. so instead i have to take every blow. i’ve become sensitive to every little thing. tender-hearted.

stop everything, start it all over. remember more than you’d like to forget. drop everything, start it all over. remember more than you’d like to forget.

some days are easy. those days when he’s around. he’s there to tell me how much he loves me. to laugh with me, protect me, take care of me. but then there are the hard days when he’s not there for me. i need him and he’s not able to be there with me. those days i doubt my love for him. it kills me on the days that i realize i could never be without him. but when he’s not there, i think that its nearly unbearable… but i’m doing it arent i? i dont have to. i could be with someone else. they’ll never love me as much as he does… but they’ll be around right? on the good days, i dont want anyone but him. i cant exist without him. but on the days without him… i’m left to think that i can.

i miss you. i think about you all day. i dream about you when i sleep. you are my life. i love you…tumblr.

i know that you might not care, and that these feelings are my problem, but would you at least stop and realize that they are real? acknowledge that they exist?

you cant walk away when there are things to say

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my cousin is so fat that she tied a string to her light and fan so she can turn them on and off without having to get out of bed.

i dont have anything to say. but i miss you.

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