The Swirl Of Reddish Pink Down The Drain Makes Me Reminisce On My Better Days.

the want to reveal myself vs. the anxiety that you will be disappointed to find out who i am. fight/ref (i might be getting in my head about it again) -⛓

well, don’t go getting too deep in your head, now.

i won’t be disappointed, i promise.

I'm always fucking up everything, no matter who I talk to and no matter what I do. I'm sick of this.. Can someone please just bash my head already?

am i a recurring thought to anyone

do I really need to destroy myself in order to get affection?

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.

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.

do i really have to fucking die to mean something to someone.

i am genuinely so over myself and how i act and what i do. it makes me sick

pick your poison (version of me):

— fuzzy-brained, whorish puppy

— self-hating, disgusting mutt

— your loyal, possessive dog.

in what universe are we "equal?" are you striving to be oblivious? i'm not terrified of shit.

yeah, right as always . you're warmer than i remember.

– ✘

in every universe, of course! i’m as equal with you as i am with everyone else!

oblivious? what ever do you mean?