Bit The Bullet

                  Let me sink to 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮.

         Air in my lungs                    —  keeping me 𝘢𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵…

𝒮𝑜; 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝑔𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹?

𝒮𝑜; 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝑔𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹?

𝒮𝑜; 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝑔𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹?

“Aren’t you ever tired of being nice? Don’t you just want to go apeshit?”

Hi there! This is a roleplay blog for an Indie OC named Kris, a drug and weapons dealer.

“I just think I have really bad morning breath.”

“Are you sad?”

“I can’t believe how much I suck.”

“I have to tell you something and it’s not good.”

“I think I’ve been leading you on.”

“It’s just a bit confusing, because I really like you.”

“I like spending time with you. I like hugging you, I like kissing you. I just don’t want to have sex with you.”

“I really think it’s important to be honest about this type of stuff.”

“They broke up with me. Well, we weren’t really together but they ended it and now they’re just playing playstation in my home.”

“He told me it was because he didn’t like my sex, but we never even had sex.”

“He said the truth is important, but truth isn’t important.”

“I wish he had told me it was because I was like, unlikeable or mean or unfunny, but not my sex.”

“I had an erection when he was telling me that he hates the idea of having sex with me.”

“He’s just sitting in the living room shooting zombies as if the zombies were my heart.”

“Don’t you think perhaps the happiness and joy of the zoo won’t just compound my sadness?”

“Perhaps I’ll start crying at the panda exhibit when I learn that pandas are going extinct because they refuse to have sex with each other.”

“You probably think I’m rubbish at sex, but that’s because I wasn’t interested in having sex with you.”

“I’m just trying to take some sad people to the zoo.”

“More or less, he thinks I’m disgusting.”

“Are you sure he didn’t break up with you because of your personality?”

“I’ve never seen meerkats and a sad person at the same time.”

“It says over there that the alpha males eat babies to eliminate competition.”

“We should celebrate his life rather than dwell on his death.”

“I think everybody really likes butterflies.”

“That does not sound like a good way to get popular.”

“I’ve just got a lot going through my brain.”

“I promise you, we do not need to spend any more time together.”

“I’m not crying about this, okay? I’ve just had a weird day.”

“I’m just a bit nervous about everything.”

“I’m just afraid we might have forgotten something.”

“Don’t feel like you need to fill all the quiet, okay?”

“Try not to be the Donkey to my Shrek.”

“Macaroni and cheese, yes, please, macaroni and cheese.”

“People don’t generally like touching me.”

“It’s a horrible idea for you to be home alone so here we are in a creek.”

“I don’t know why she didn’t tell me.”

“She didn’t want to tell me because she knew I’d stop her.”

“Are those all drugs?”

“Have you ever wanted to try and kill yourself?”

“There’s been a few times where, like, I didn’t want to feel anything anymore and it seemed like a nice idea, but all those times passed.”

“I don’t think it’s a big deal, to want to kill yourself for an afternoon. That’s normal.”

“I don’t really want to reflect on the decisions I made as a teenager, to be honest.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you have an opinion on anything.”

“I don’t believe in god, but I don’t like it when you go around telling people he doesn’t exist.”

“But god doesn’t exist.”

“God is clumsy like that.”

“I don’t understand how you never got angry at me.”

“I just try and understand when you do things like this that you’re doing them because you’re ill and then I don’t get angry, the same way you wouldn’t get angry at someone with a cold for having a runny nose.”

“My anger just never felt like a priority.”

“Weed makes me cough and it makes me scared.”

“I am trying to build a fucking bonding moment here.”

“Peer pressured into doing drugs with my mum.”

“You’re bad at interacting with people when you feel self-conscious.”

“You’re always questioning things and seeking approval.”

“I tried to have sex with a watermelon as a teenager. I wasn’t fussy.”

“Aren’t you ever tired of being nice? Don’t you just want to go apeshit?”

Hi there! This is a roleplay blog for an Indie OC named Kris, a drug and weapons dealer.