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god's perviest angel; filth is the knife I've willingly twist into myself. I've got little care for things that dont feed into my hedonism. I was born hungry, I just want to be satiated.

no, I mean it! I can't imagine how difficult it must be having to adapt to that level of insecurity. they can lovebomb you all they want, but I'm certain they know there's no joy in owning a frightened animal.

and that's why they keep hurting you, right? because they don't know what to do with the hypervigilance they've cultivated.

mm. it really is a shame. marking a perfectly good psyche with the cycle of abuse. they don't understand a thing about you. honestly, they didn't even know how to handle you.

they couldn't even tell you the fucking truth. but I can.

no amount of security can fix you. the cycle of abuse is so ugly. so damaging. you can't completely lower you guard, because who's to say someone doesn't intend to break you all over again?

no, that's not right. that kind of instability just wouldn't be fair to you. you must be so tired of figuring out who's safe, huh? in all likelihood, everyone has the potential to harm you.