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How does it always end up being my fault in the end. What the fuck?
I think I have every fucking right to be a little lazy when I’m sick. And I think I have the right to complain when a doctor is rude to me and wastes my time. But I don’t think I deserve you being an asshole to me because you don’t feel good because I have done nothing but try to take care of you.
[at my own wedding] can I stay in the car
never, ever, tell me that “it doesn’t matter.”
because if it was enough to make you cry
if it hurt you that much
then it does matter
never think that you are insignifcant
or that your problems aren’t important
because you matter
walking around in underwear and a blanket cape like the fuckin queen of unemployment
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