46 drafts on this blog. cannot even read them idk who wrote that but it wasn't me

and they're all from 2021. three trillion years ago

This reminds me of that time last summer when I died and went to hell

anon did this ever happen..

DEAN: He never hit me, except for the time Sam ran away. He was always here when we needed him. He was a deadbeat. I know him better than anyone. He is as unknowable as God. He was a hero. He was an obsessed bastard. He showed me things no other sixteen year old had seen. He didn't really need me. He couldn't live without me. He turned me into a weapon. He raised me right. He put too much on my shoulders. He made me a mother. I always took his side to keep the peace. He was a master. He left me to die. He died for me. He left a hole in me. He exploited me sexually. He saved me from sexual predators. I always got the extra cookie. He kicked me out when I pissed him off. Rapist fathers remind me of him. Absent fathers remind me of him. Demanding and overbearing fathers remind me of him. Loving fathers remind me of him. I gave him everything I had. I am scared of turning into him. He brainwashed me. I loved him with everything I had. I dream about him all the time. He is my heart’s desire.