I am laying in bed and just started thinking about the fact that the fleshy shell we are living in can live up to 100 something years and the fact that we are born so little and fucking grow and our skin and our bones all adjust (how the hell do bones grow???) and just the fact that they DO AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT IS BLOWN AWAY I DON’T KNOW just the whole concept of getting taller and becoming a bigger person (literally not figuratively) and having a little tiny rib cage when were 2 and it just fucking expands into what we are now what
I am creeped out.
I think it’s important to lose touch with reality because what reality has become is so fucking skewed.
old people are so cute like are they sleeping? are they dead? i love them
I’m going to apologize before I even rant this all out for the shitty and pointless drama that is about to leave my mind but this is a blog and I need to get it the fuck out of me because I am so irritated and just disappointed in someone that I don’t know how to keep it all inside of me right now.
When I said I was invested in you that meant something, when I let you fucking touch me and fuck me it all meant something, so forgive me if after two week of evasive texts and sleepovers, and false promises/ I’m different, I’m a good guy… I’m sorry I won’t consider fucking around with you without the emotional connection because that was the only reason I was fucking you in the first place. I thought it was there. I’m sorry I fucked you when you were drunk and than woke up with you to realize you made a “mistake”, so you screamed at me to get the fuck out.
Switch from you/him perspective - When people fucking do you wrong and hurt you by saying or doing something that is common grounds fucked up, that would hurt any person who is any bit emotionally invested, to anyone that has a fucking heart, and then say they so desperately want to fix things with you, they don’t want things to be weird, don’t want you to hold a grudge, yet you never get an apology.
You never get an apology because to them your pain was “your opinion”, it was “my opinion” that it was wrong to try and get me to fuck you when you were drunk and only half aware what was going on. When I do fully believe you knew exactly what was going on and it just adds to your… Let’s all it, “character”. It was “my opinion” that i didn’t understand how you couldn’t know that would hurt someone, to touching them with a false meaning and then pulling it from under them and expecting them to bend over at a single request.
so fuck your “laughing at me” and making it seem like what I did was worse because I lied. Emotionally what you did was just as warped and sick.
and best of luck with your fucking obsession with making it seem like you’re SUCH a good guy because you’re not and you’ve fucked over so many girls and I was just another girl added to the list. I swore that it wouldn’t happen, but it happened in front of my eyes. Seriously, fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
You’re probably not medically stable. But it varies for many reasons.