maybe i am a tad obsessive, its not my intention. its just good to finally have an outlet for these feelings i have had for a while now my dearest captain. i would like to believe being yours would be better than anything he made me experience, even if your intentions could hypothetically be no different. -⛓
my intentions are far different, i can assure you of that much.
i’m glad you have an outlet, however. it’s always good to get feelings out.
you dont think youre a good person, and i think im worthless and pathetic.. hehheh,, whats the bet these thoughts stem from the same place/ch you have not proven yourself to be a bad person, and i hope you never will. i dont care who says otherwise. <3 -⛓
perhaps.
thank you, however. i appreciate it.
i really do.
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.
please, don’t bother reading. it’s just another tw’d vent post. what’s the point.
god, i’m useless.
what kind of captain thinks like this? what kind of captain puts himself first? i’m pathetic.
i just want to be good for someone. i just want to be someone’s first choice, their favorite.
i don’t want to be a leftover. i don’t want to be left behind.
i don’t want to be alone again.
i can’t be alone again.
my thighs hurt so much. my head and fingers and toes are throbbing, probably from blood loss. i can’t keep doing this to myself.
i can’t keep running from my problems.
the swirl of reddish pink down the drain makes me reminisce on my better days.
it was so much easier when we all wore jumpsuits on the tulpar.
i’m going to burn in hell. and i’ll take nothing but the sweet memories of you with me.
i wonder where the ⛓️ anon went . . .
i’m still so deeply curious as to who it is.
Call me manipulative, but I want someone to reach their hand out to me when I start to walk away.
I want to feel like I'm worth running after. I want to feel like I'm wanted.
you could be seeing red and all you'll stay being is needy. that's your issue, angel.
– ✘
my issue ? my issue?
why don’t you say these things to my face, jimmy. why are you so intent on making me humiliate myself, more than i already have?
how do i care about someone without my entire existence revolving around them or is that just my default setting forever