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We’re all the same inside.

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This is hard.

I hate that you know all about me. There is no where I can hide. When hiding is all I want to do.

Pretending I don’t care when I clearly do is so unbelievably hard.

I’m sick of saying ‘I’m ok’.

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So my letter came through for a check up. I know I need to go. And it’s 99% going to be ok. But that 1% is in my mind. And that 1% is a noisy little bastard. What if it comes back? What if it’s progressed? I think I’d rather not know. Or would I? I don’t know.

I hate this.

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So I can’t even have a slice of my own birthday cake without you commenting on my weight. Thanks.

lessonsinromance:

i think any girls can related to this quote in angus, thongs and perfect snogging.

the world’s most truthful thing ever 

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