“but you know me, i’m lazy” “i don’t know that side of you at all” kills me. i can’t even talk about it
i don’t know you so i’m not saying it’s not there at all. but i have known your body and your company and your relentless pursuit and the pleasure it brings for years and you have splayed your heart out for me and it is an ugly and twisted and jealous thing and neither of us knows what we want. but i don’t know that side of you at all. eight years, if there is that side to you, i haven’t seen it. little do i know that in your mind that’s all there is to you. i don’t know that side of you at all.
i am so ashamed. and everything i am and have is tinted by the grime of some deep and dark failure that only the people who despise me most and know me best are keenly aware of. what i have i don’t deserve, what i don’t have i’ll never be good enough for. you know me, i’m lazy. but maybe this. the thing nobody knows about, that no one can touch or judge or peer into, maybe this is true. so i offer up my shame and hope you’ll take me anyway. you know me, i’m lazy.
also i love pussy brother what’s up!!!!!! #lmao
