fIschhIrn

You will love me. You no longer have a choice. I will not wait for you to come to this conclusion yourself.

When my bad thoughts become too intrusive, you can just hit me and bring me back to normal for a while. The main thing is to be attentive.

You'll never, ever leave, will you? You'll be with me even when I'm lying on the floor begging you to cure me of a non-existent illness? Even when you wake up to me hovering over you at night, making sure you don't stop breathing?

Do you love me? Then kidnap me and keep me locked in a dark room.

If I act like a stupid dog, shouldn't you treat me like one? Why talk to me like a conscious being when you can just silently shock me or lock me in a cage until I behave the way you want me to?

Your love is like needles under my nails - I want to scream in pain, but deep down I like it.

You don't have to talk me into anything if that's what you want. Just make me submit, it's easier for both of us.

When you said you wanted a "paranoid partner," you meant you wanted someone who would one day decide to disfigure their face because they were convinced their grооmer leaked intimate photos of them taken at 16, and now every single person on this fucking planet knows what they did to their body for that jerk, right? Or did you mean a slightly different manifestation of paranoid behavior?

At first they say, "I'll accept you no matter what," but when it turns out you're a mythomaniac with persecution mania, a paraphiliac, and a paranoid, they ask you to see a psychiatrist.

I will slowly eat you piece by piece until we become one.