Rant Poem - Tumblr Posts
Another older one I found in my memos kek
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you show everything i do and don’t want to see
you show me things about myself most people never will see
you show me how long i really am
you show me how skinny i really am
you show me how even being skinny i still have a wide expanse of stretch marks and slouch lines and cellulite and pudge
you show me vulnerability
you show me a body i can’t find clothes for
you show me a body people tell me could model while simultaneously showing me a body people tell me won’t last forever
you show me decomposition as i watch myself loose it
pls don’t steal this :)
"Cold waves roll over my feet,
As they sink deeper into the soft sand.
Watchful eyes gaze over the dark water,
As my mind buzzes with thoughts.
Suddenly, I'm surrounded by it.
The cold covers every inch of my skin. My world becomes quiet and dark.
I almost prefer it over the chaos.
My heart begins to slow,
And my breathing stops.
I think I might just stay here awhile."
-Moon <33
I wish I had a best friend.
I wish I had a best friend but I can't tell anyone that because I have so many amazing friends.
But all of my amazing friends have best friends and significant others and they all have that one person who they put above everyone else and who puts them above everyone else too.
And it's not me.
And I wish I had a best friend.
No one talks about how lonely it is to be the third wheel in a friendship. Or the 11th wheel in a friend group
The people I consider myself closest to are best friends. They celebrated one of their birthdays without me.
I wished her a happy birthday and told her I missed her. She's in college, i haven't seen her since she graduated. She said she missed me too. But she didn't invite me to her party.
I wonder sometimes if my friends even like me. But then I remember that's silly. I know they love me. I guess they just don't love me as much as they love each other.
And God i know it has nothing to do with me. You can't control who you connect with. But for once I just wish it would be me!
Am I too much? Am I a pick me for wanting to be picked?
What's so wrong with wanting to be wanted?