Such a lonely day,
And it’s mine.
Sometimes I catch your scent on someone else. And whatever the resemblance or lack of relevancy to you, I end up feeling affection for that person. This want to bottle up their essence and have it as mine. Because I feel like it will never be mine. You are here, pronounced and bold but I will never have the right nor do I ever feel that I have an entitlement to you. That everyone else does and I am here laid to waste my love on someone who reminds me of you.
EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND PRAY FOR ME OKAY IDC IF YOU’RE CHRISTIAN OR BUDDHIST OR ATHEIST OR WHAT HAVE YOU JUST PRAY THAT I DO WELL ON MY EXAMS BECAUSE I LITERALLY HAVE JUST TEN HOURS BETWEEN TWO OF THEM AND I’M VERY STRESSED RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I HAVEN’T STUDIED FOR THE SECOND ONE AT ALL
Don’t go looking for monsters under the bed if you’re afraid of the dark.
I spend nights sleepless, floating drifting right above the surface filling my mind with thoughts of you and your well being. If your bed is comfortable enough or if your food tastes like a queens should. I felt pity and guilt and this kink in my heart mourned everything you go through despite my own hardships. And the kink seemed to wind around my body and neck, tighter and tighter until I could no longer breathe. You snaked your burdens around me and tried to pull the very life out of me. But still, I took your burdens and cultivated them to normalcy and happiness, like weeds that begin as unsightly blemishes in your garden and bloom to be bright and radiant like the sun itself. I was your sun once. And I fell out of your favor. Maybe what I did was something that comes with growing. But you didn’t want to cultivate my mind and soul as someone in your place should. You only look to hurt. To hurt. To hurt. And with my eyes burning and neck numb, I ask you why. And you said nothing. But I know. I see it in your dull hateful eyes. It’s okay because. I guess I hate you too.
- Sext: I kiss you deeply as I lay you back gently on the bed, my hands roaming up your thighs, palms are sweaty, knees weak arms spaghetti
If you’re a teacher and you make your students feel stupid then fuck you. It’s not your business what your students’ intelligent level is. Just teach the best you can and don’t make them feel bad for trying to learn. No one is born knowing everything.
So I had a meeting with my professor in which he just yelled at me and didn’t let me talk. Well fuck you very much you fat bastard. I hope you get hit by a bus.
On 11:11, I wish that all the basic bitches would stay out of my way
I literally hate everything today
Do not expect me to take someone else’s unwarranted shit and expect me to still sacrifice for them. I’m tired of people walking all over me and the nice part of me is over. If you treat me badly, then you’ve just earned a new enemy. And while I won’t go out of my way to make you feel bad like you’ve done with me, I will be selfish as fuck even while you whither away.
Do you ever just wish that you were a different person, with a different appearance as you are now, with every single thing different, with another life other than what you have now?
I would love for some else to piss me off. Really I would. I just need a reason right now to make someone else miserable.