What do you mean videogames aren't a profession

...why. Why why why why

why?

I am bleeding. I don't have it in me anymore to try and stop myself. you lied to me.

No one's here. It's just me. I feel so warm in the embrace of it streaming down my body. It reminds me of your presence.

Just... one more time... I want to dissapear with the last thoughts being of love and happiness. I want to feel that warmth one last time.

When you promised me to wait. When you promised to never let go of me. When you told me that you loved me too. When you promised that we would both get through this.

That I deserved to at least, be given closure. To at the fucking least. Allowed to be able to still be in touch. I will never be able to forgive how fucking less than human I was treated by this situation.

I'll never be able to forgive either of you; especially in how you didn't stand up for me. You gave up on me. In how in compliance to the demmands, you let me go. You. Made that decision.

I gave you everything. I completely crumbled everything for your safety. And you left. You took it all, and fucking left.

I'm so angry. I'm so dissapointed in myself.

Never for loving you. But for being foolish in thinking you could love me back, when I was just an option.

I loved you.

I promised.

You promised.

I feel so empty, in the places you would occupy. How? Why?