I never got as much love as them, that made me sad, made me try harder to be loved as much as them. I craved love so badly to the point I started to resented it. 

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Oh, you're handing me flowers? I'm throwing the shit away for sure, might have put in some type of chemical to circular my room.

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I just don't trust anyone when they say they love me, it's either I resent love or in constant need of validation. Quite afraid...

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He or she is going to leave