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I honestly don’t even know when the fuck I started hoping I’d die so powerfully. I don’t know when I lost all hope, and I don’t know if it’ll ever go away or if my hopes will finally be fulfilled. Either way, for me it’s a good thing. But I’m just done with the not knowing
          

I’m seriously so sick of being second best, I’m sick of not being enough. I’m sick of not being the person everyone loves and cares for, I’m sick of being the person who is annoying and they put up with. I’m sick of being the person who can never find themselves happy, and who can’t make others happy 

My dogs started crying because I didn’t let them lick the baby. But like mood I love babies too. Toddlers though *shudder*

Thanks for the follow ☺