So there’s this girl she enjoys talking to people and listening to their problems. She nevers knows how to voice her own because she feels like 1. nobody cares and 2. her problems aren’t worth caring about because they’re too small, but they aren’t. They’re eating at her from the inside. One day it’s all going to explode. Her parents yelling, her retarded brother, the fact that people call her emo, cutter, whatever, and her growing anorexia. She jokes about all of this, glad to get a laugh out of others glad to know they respond in someway, and for some small fucking reason she feels like this means they care.
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fick-le /ˈfɪkəl/–adjective
1. likely to change, esp. due to caprice, irresolution, or instability; casually changeable: fickle weather.
2. not constant or loyal in affections: a fickle lover.
I live by these quotes:
"In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me. "
"I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it. "
Both are from Edgar Allen Poe
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