anxietyattheclub123

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I am back. For what, the third time? Life keeps cheating me out of this damned website.
          	
          	Whoever reads this can take it as a sign from god, or gods, or fate, or the universe, or whatever. It's important. It means more than all the massively important things I've posted before.
          	
          	I fell in love. I fell in love, and this time it's safe. It's healthy and safe and she isn't a crutch.  Love should never be a crutch.
          	
          	Her name is Marie. I don't know how to put her into words. None of my shitty romantic metaphors can do real love justice.
          	
          	If nobody loves you right now, somebody will. If you need a crutch right now, you can find one if you look.
          	
          	I will be your crutch. Support hotlines will be your crutch. Therapy will be your crutch. All those Tumblr blogs made to help you will be your crutch.
          	
          	All that "someone loves you" bullshit might not apply to everyone. You don't have to pretend like it does to get better or be worth something or live. I promise you that if you go looking for them, eventually, somebody will love you.
          	
          	That is all. This has been my yearly visit. I don't think I can come back much more, and here's why:
          	
          	I loved some of you. I still do. And it's been too long to fix this.
          	
          	That's all.

anxietyattheclub123

this message may be offensive 
I am back. For what, the third time? Life keeps cheating me out of this damned website.
          
          Whoever reads this can take it as a sign from god, or gods, or fate, or the universe, or whatever. It's important. It means more than all the massively important things I've posted before.
          
          I fell in love. I fell in love, and this time it's safe. It's healthy and safe and she isn't a crutch.  Love should never be a crutch.
          
          Her name is Marie. I don't know how to put her into words. None of my shitty romantic metaphors can do real love justice.
          
          If nobody loves you right now, somebody will. If you need a crutch right now, you can find one if you look.
          
          I will be your crutch. Support hotlines will be your crutch. Therapy will be your crutch. All those Tumblr blogs made to help you will be your crutch.
          
          All that "someone loves you" bullshit might not apply to everyone. You don't have to pretend like it does to get better or be worth something or live. I promise you that if you go looking for them, eventually, somebody will love you.
          
          That is all. This has been my yearly visit. I don't think I can come back much more, and here's why:
          
          I loved some of you. I still do. And it's been too long to fix this.
          
          That's all.