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Feeling hopeless…still

I can’t even fathom the way that people think. The way that people can be so selfish, about their own families. You take advantage of the people who gave you life, who cared for you when you were sick and loved you so much that you went blind on how to love yourself. They tell you that you’re a mandated reporter yet you report numerous times and nobody helps! The frustration I have is overwhelming, the feelings that I have make me sick and make my heart ache. Why won’t anyone help us? why can’t they see what’s going on here? 

Nick Gatfield, qtd on AMY: The Girl Behind the Name
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She was a very old soul in a very young body.

Lately I’ve been having many different thoughts. Somedays they contradict each other. I have such a craving for my mothers presence. When people talk about their mothers, or parents in general, I feel such…envy inside my body. When people don’t make an effort to be a part of their parents life I feel, not really anger, but an almost disbelief because I want that so bad. There are many things i’d give up in this world to be able to just hug my mother, to call her on the phone and hear her voice. Some days I feel sad that my mom won’t be here when I get married, or when I have a baby. People say “oh she is here with you in spirit”, okay cool, but I can’t hug her spirit so some days its not enough for me. People don’t understand how lucky they are to be able to just lay in bed and talk to their parents. Even at my age I cherish laying in my dads room and talking with him. Loving someone who you respect so much is different than just loving them. Some days losing that just feels…blah. There are things that happen in my life where I think “oh, let me call my dad, he’ll know what to do, he’ll know the answer”…and then there are days where I think “My mom would know, I wish I could tell my mom”, but I can’t call her. That’s the problem with forgetting people won’t be around forever. 

Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
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I’m not the cruel type, but they are, and that’s the secret.

Elizabeth Von Arnim, The Enchanted April
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She wanted to be alone, but not lonely. That was very different; that was something that ached and hurt dreadfully right inside one.

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So far you’ve survived 100% of your worst days.
You’re doing great.