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I think I’ve recently reached a new low. Not because everything’s going wrong, but because I’m (for the most part) finally doing all the things that I thought would make me happy in the general sense, and I’m still not. If I don’t know how to make myself feel like a whole human being, then how can I ever be happy? Sure, there’ll always be slow grins and uncontrollable laughter, but what about something that lasts? Something that’s honestly true?

I think that’s why I’m basically always in a relationship, and have been since I was 12. Because I can’t really handle these feelings unless I can blame them on someone else, and even then I don’t really have to acknowledge that they even exist. Now that I’m single it’s starting to hit me how bad things really are… And it seriously freaks me out.

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classof1969:

“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again.”

— Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

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