Okay guys, I need opinions. During a random conversation, my boyfriend and I were talking about names for a kid. (no, I am not pregnant or even trying) What do you all think of the name Woolf/Wulf?
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It’s the same damn thing.
I wish that people would see past all my smiles and giggles every so often and realize how torn up I am inside. Just to have someone ask if I’m okay. I just don’t like to bother my loved ones with my problems when they’re stressed out enough as is. Its my job to help them feel better at the end of the day, to unwind…not to add to that stress. So I just bottle it all up inside, like a volcano waiting to explode…
It all starts thanks to my paranoia and insecurities. It gets even worse due to my insomnia… I can be incredibly tired, but am completely unable to get to sleep, which is so damn frustrating it just brings me to tears. Its times like this when I feel like relapsing simply to get the relief that a blade breaking my skin brings.