I am scared of being alone. I am so unhappy. I feel like I’ll never be happy with anyone. So what is it that’s missing? I”m terrified of being alone my whole life. I’m fine on my own, I don’t know why I want anyone at all. I’m so fucking empty. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what I’m doing. And I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself the most.
Julia (Juliette) Angelina Rodriguez. 19 years old.
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happiness
Thoughts, feelings, art, and ideas.
This blog contains some NSFW material.
Music | Writing | Journal | Favorites | Julia
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happiness
I don’t know if I was happier then, or now, and that scares me. I’m always making the wrong decisions.
I can’t figure out how to make my heart stop wrenching
Tuesday night was weird. I tried my best to hold it together but I just couldn’t fight back my tears. You kept telling me that I was strong, or you at least wanted to believe it. You told me anything to feel better, anything to keep me from crying, because you knew you’d start crying too. I think you finally realized I love you. I really do.
I can’t help but wonder why vacant places always feel like home
I really hate that I do this to myself, I really hate myself.
