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You honestly piss me off.
I try to help you but you don't want what's good for you. You just think you'll get better doing what ever the fuck you've been doing which clearly hasn't helped.
Fuck all. I don't know why I bother.
My baby is sick.. he let me put a towel on his head and I'll be checking on him here and there. I know light bugs him and he's especially sensitive now. I really hope he lets me help him.
I like you, but what good would come from me telling you?
Nothing. There's just no point.
I adore you, but to our avail, it means nought.
My words are bland. My feelings insignificant.
What do I do with useless feelings that hinder us?
Please be good, future.
Please be sweet.
Happiness is something not familiar with.
But oh please.
Let it settle within me.
When your hips are mother fuckin REKT BITCH IM DYING OH MY GOD
I sound really mother fucking angsty but you sincerely just don't get me. I [B like] being my own individual with my own interests and hobbies. I cant sit around playing video games with you everyday and be content. I just cant. My anxiety telling me I need to get better at art will eat at me. I'll paint or sketch. And if you don't like that then play games by yourself. What's the deal? I don't mind being with you all hours of the day but I like interacting with other people-which is why I'm on my phone so much. I like writing, reading, chatting, art.. fuck. You might hate it but I like smoking and I love the shit out of drinking. Take my mind off these shit feelings I always feel. My stupid brain can't release the right chemicals so I'm depressed. I hate it. It's not even concerning depression it's "mild" so I'm not worth the time. God. Debbie downer here. No wonder I've got no friends in this shit town.
You just want someone there. You don't actually care, do you?
For the genuine person who lays next to you. Otherwise what I ask of you wouldn't be so fucking big of a deal. Sorry I'm a human being not a damn slave.
Is this period cramps
Mmm baby what is you doing
Had some mood changing sex. And by that I mean it was so good it made me grateful and sweet. I could use that kind of sex everyday thanks
I've always been the asshole haven't I? I [B never] cared apparently. Pfft. Why does everyone think I care so little? I care so fucking much.i give people the chance and they go and they just...
They make me into the monster I so infamously am.....
Don't fucking dare. Don't check up on him. He ain't shit. Goddammit. You're fucking weak. You idiot.
I aleays think of you and everything is okay. It's nice to have you. It's nice that this is what you mean to me. A bubbly feeling. Like pop. You're not disgusting like pop, though. You're like nectar. That you can taste after you kiss a flower.
Last night I couldn't sleep. All these horrors rushed into me. My chest tightened and the feelings all came rushing back. It was like you were tormenting me again. No matter how far I get from you all these memories will haunt me.
Now he's back and I'm terrified of people. Of everyone.
I'm just sad now. I always want the best for you and I always want to make you happy. But it never feels like you want to do the same. I know it's annoying to rub my belly but I've only ask that... what... four times in the entire six months we've been together? I haven't asked everyday like you do. Iv can't express my feelings around you. You just make me feel invalid.
I forget if you even care for me sometimes. I start to appreciate when you do make me feel like you care.
All I do is cry. I'm just a crybaby.
God I can't fucking appreciate you for a fucking second without you ruining it. Typical.
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