End Of The Line.

Basically yes you DID . YOU’RE GONNA DOXX ME !!!

So, basically, you hate me and want me to die . Ok .

Feels too obvious . Plus it’d be awkward and I kind of don’t want to lose them . So . I’ll just . Stew . It’s fine I’m going to some kind of event with someone I know anyway to try deal with it .

A while . Or maybe I just hate myself and can’t tell my feelings apart anymore ?

I don’t think they know . But there’s a lot that prevents . I won’t say more than that .

I mean, outside of the ‘relatability’ aspect, a shocking amount of shared likes . I can’t really word it .

I find them very relatable on an everyday basis ; I find half the time I can’t ,, relate to half of my friends so .

Hhhaahha I want to draw something for you so bad to show my devotion to you but you don’t waaaant meeee I want to kill myseeeeelg

I long for you so badly, but you’re with somebody else . I pray that you leave them soon enough, because whenever I talk with you, I feel so excessively happy . That never happens with anybody else . It’s a strange feeling, that sense of belonging to someone despite belonging to another . It sucks .

Just so you know, I check everything on a daily basis and hope that something, someday, will refer to me instead . But an Angel can only wait .

I hate my irls so much sometimes someone take me away oh my goooodd

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I want posts directed at me

I’ll keep that to myself so nobody knows who it is .

Maybe !

No comment .

I don’t want to sleep knowing you’re going to be awake, but unfortunately I have work in the morning . I know you understand that, but it makes me guilty nonetheless . I wish we could spend time together .