march 23 in twenty-seven

  • March 24, 2014, 3:40 a.m.
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Another three hours of studying, another dumps day. I can't shake the feeling.

I feel like such a cast off. Like the default when what people really want isn't around. I've come to realize that people use me. I'm very giving, to a fault. I never say no. And now I wonder if I've ever had a real relationship with anyone. I wonder if anyone has loved me for who I already am and not for what I could do for them or what I could help them escape from.


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