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maybe i miss the person i used to be
          
          or maybe i’ve just been sat in my towel on my bed with whale sounds playing on spotify for too long 

sometimes telling someone still doesn’t help in the slightest.

i feel a bit better now. i don’t think - morally - i should, but whatever floats your self-destructive boat i guess

silence can’t be misquoted

kind of want to live forever with this one person, kind of want to end it all. you see my dilemma

snails for breakfast 

it gets better. it really, really fucking does. and it’s so worth it. please keep living.

whoever has my voodoo doll can you like.. finger it please

dear diary
          
          when life turns to shit
          turn on some music that reminds you of 2011 road trips in france 
          and swimming under the waterfall and hot sunshine and a simple way of living playing on the ds that smells a bit like sun cream 
          and collecting mud from the gorge to slather on mums face with cucumber eyes and tiny hands grasping onto huge pieces of watermelon 
          
          it’ll make you feel a little better <3

i hate having so many unpublished chapters in my drafts. they’re all pretty short. should i post them?