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hiatusisso2yearsago:

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stumpxvx:

dont u hate it when its nine in the afternoon but ur eyes are just normal sized

I’ve seen this post three times on my dash and i still cant fucking figure out what it means is it like some secret code. are 22,000+ of you in a secret society????? what the fuck is going on?????

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DON’T TELL ANYONE

This shit is the reason why it’s hard for me to make friends.

Sometimes I wonder if they ever really cared. I was gone for two weeks and only one of them seemed to exert effort to contact me and when I finally decided to open my fb again nobody ever bothered to ask me what the hell happened. It’s like they just decided to carry on without even bothering to look back at their “friend” who’s being left behind. As long as they’re happy with their lives they didn’t care. For the past year this is what’s been going on in my mind. Was I not a good enough friend for them? Am I really not worth anyone’s effort? I was always there and ready to help when one of my so-called “friends” needed it but now that I’m the one who’s breaking they just turned a blind eye and carried on like nothing was wrong. It really hurts to know that while you were treating them as friends you were nothing to them.