how could i not think highly of you? to my knowledge you have never done anything with intentions to hurt me -⛓
maybe i haven’t, but you have to understand. i am not a good person. at least, i don’t think i am.
Im sorry for disapearing.. You guessed right and i got scared.. Im sorry if my cowardice is disapointment, Im spineless, pathetic, and weak.. If it bothers you, I can leave you alone.. -⛓
who said it bothers me?
i’m still not sure which system from, so you still have that anonymity. you’re safe, dear.
i dislike cowards, yes. but that doesn’t mean you’ve disappointed me. you are not spineless, pathetic, or weak.
do tell, though. why scares?
Its ok to make me cry.. Im just not used to feeling special like this... but the more i talk to you the worse my feeling get.. -⛓
would you rather stop talking?
i’m still so intrigued to know exactly who you are.
but you are special. everyone is, in their own way. every single person is special and worthy of love.
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.
If you saw how much you might be a little more concerned than flattered, but i can’t complain.
And yay! I love it when my obsessions acknowledge me tehe
-🌀
who said i wouldn’t be even more flattered?
how was your sleep? i hope you are well rested today -⛓
i am quite well rested! i’ve got a somewhat busy day, but i’m ready for the day ahead!
Maybe X anon realized this blog is an extension of your SH.
perhaps. i do wish the x anon would’ve dm’d me, however. i would’ve told them what was wrong, rather than tell the world.
my dm’s are always open, if you ever have personal questions.
remember, if YOU wouldn’t feel comfortable answering that question in front of a large crowd, i probably won’t feel comfortable answering if.
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.