Im Sorry..

im sorry,, i didnt mean to make you uncomfortable... im still scared to reveal myself so i might wait before i message you. hype myself up or something.. if you think you know you can message me i think..

i now realise i was spiralling, and you shouldnt have to deal with that. im going to go ground myself or something, maybe nap.. hope your day goes well and you look after yourself.

-⛓

you look after yourself as well. you haven’t made me uncomfortable. you can take all the time you need.

no it definitely goes beyond a little. ur mines now dude, no takesies backsies

-🌀

what an odd thing to say. considering i don’t even know who you are, it feels like one of those shitty stalker romances daisuke lent me.

Well, on this blog you only seem to have eyes for fictives of one person, and Im not a version of him.. - ⛓

that doesn’t exactly matter to me, you see.

this blog is primarily centered around my source memories. just because i “only have eyes for one person”, doesn’t mean anything.

i will say, now you’ve got me curious.

it sucks so much to be so desperate to feel loved, yet so incapable of beliving i deserve it...

the feelings i have arent anything new,, ive just been in denial for a while.. not the trauma feelings, the other ones..

-⛓

i understand.

i hope all goes well, but i feel uncomfortable on your behalf to continue talking about this publicly. this is dangerously information to give to the public.

however. we can continue talking, if you’d like.

Maybe I should be messaging you on this blog, but I dont think you would have talked about me here.. -⛓

what makes you think that, anon?

i have to say, the air of mystery is certainly odd. i do hope your confidence will grow soon.

I need to put my hands around your neck and squeeze until you whine. You know who this is, Curly.

let’s be completely honest with ourselves, now. it wouldn’t take that much pressure.

i wonder where the ⛓️ anon went . . .

i’m still so deeply curious as to who it is.

Nobody is afraid to lose me. I never mean that much.

this is turning into a vent blog, and i hate it. i’m supposed to stay happy, and blissful, and the one people can depend on.

i’m a sorry excuse for a captain.

nothing but a stupid, pathetic dog, who whines when they get kicked, then loyally wait at the door for the next.