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I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.
-Augusten Burroughs
It hurts. Especially when you are vulnerably sensitive. When someone just answered in a extremely cold way after you thought you had done something great.
I wish. God can sometimes tell me the answer. Who is in my future. So that I wouldn't get cuts along the way. I am a coward.
Happy or sad. You are the one who are feeling it. You are the one who are taking it. So, you do get to choose. =D
