I wrote a bunch of letters today.
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All of my feelings make the people around me uncomfortable. How am I so alone in this crowded world? I want to be different. I want to be warm and open and comfortable. But I’m not. And I want people to accept that.
All men are such bullshit. I am trying so hard to be nice and kind and patient, but there’s only so much I can take. If you can’t make time for me then don’t tell me you like me. You obviously don’t care about me if You can’t make an hour or two to have fucking coffee with me. What’s the point? What’s the point of sending sweet text messages if you’re not going to follow through with the same sweetness in a face-to-face way? I’m so angry. My heart hurts. I just want to love and be loved. I don’t know how much longer I can take all this. I can feel myself crumbling.
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