The hardest thing about being an outcast isn’t the love you don’t receive. It’s the love you long to give that nobody wants. After a while, it backs up into your system like stagnant water and turns toxic, poisoning your spirit. When this happens, you don’t have many choices available. You can become a bitter loner who goes through life being pissed off at the world; you can fester with rage until one day you murder your classmates. Or, you can find another outlet for your love, where it will be appreciated and maybe even returned. Jodee Blanco, Please Stop Laughing at Me  (via pasdedemain)

(Source: flentes, via viridity)

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In the darkest corner
Of her frozen heart
She lusts for all the love
That she was forced to part

Never before it happened
Since her mind wasted away
Did she think of her own thoughts
She now goes neurotic in her brain

“Let the end come quick,” she says,
“I have no fears or cares nor hope.
The world’s no place for thoughts like these.”
She dreams to hang from ropes.

rrejection:

do you know how stupid it is to want people that I’ll never get
do you
so stupid
I hate it I’m so frustrated