I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.

— Midnight thoughts (I won’t do this again)

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someone’s building an actual Krusty Krab less than 6 miles from where i live

no really, it’s in construction

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it’s coming along nicely

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they put up the flags

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It seems like every time I think I am finally okay. That I am finally feeling better and starting to move on. I fall back like a relapse but with thoughts not cuts. Like I take a step forward and then 10 steps back. A dark pit I can’t get out of. I am not sure I will ever be okay or that life will ever be the same. Sometimes I wonder if when we give someone all of ourselves if when they leave they keep a part of you. So in the end you are missing a part of yourself. Maybe you just grow accustomed to them that they become a part of you and when they are gone you lose a part of you. The question is can we get that part back? My life will never be the same how I feel will never go away and that is something I need to accept.

Do you all remember Phil of the Future?

 

Yea I only watched the show because of…..

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Just like I only watched Godzilla for….