#a.p

Her initials are A.P

Fictionkin euphoria is changing eye color on picrew me and going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you can say whatever you want to say. you can leave me on read, you can ignore me, you can look at my messages or you can scream at me, but that wont change the fact that i know me. i’ve known me before everything went to shit. i know me. i know im the type to root for someone’s happiness because i love them. im the type not to be selfish. to give and give and give over and over again until i am empty. and that’s what i did to us. i did it so much that i lost myself. i get scolded for saying how i feel and for not saying how i feel at all. what is the right way? mistakes cannot be undone but they can be redeemed, but thats only if the other person wants it too. there is darkness in me but i have never stopped hanging onto the parts of myself that give light. so if you don’t want to hang onto those parts with me, if you see my darkness and you’re just consumed with hate and anger and bitterness, then the door is open. i have no room for that. no matter the mistakes i made, i will make up for them. no matter the mistakes i made i do not deserve someone that constantly works against me. these mistakes will be redeemed. with or without you. the longer you stick around, the worse i feel about myself. the farther im pushed down. i sacrifice saying how i feel because i know it will make you feel better if i just stay quiet. that is not love. i hope you can admit to yourself that you’re not interested in loving me again any time soon, because all this time has been wasted. the love i have for you is still apparent, it’s still here in tiny, fragmented, and broken bits. it’s still the reason i try harder and harder everyday to be better, but i know you are no longer interested in loving me with all of my broken pieces, so here’s the door. here’s to us and all of our fragmented glory. i cannot keep loving someone that stopped loving me a long time ago.

I looked at the woman I saw in the mirror. I didn’t recognize her, nor know her, but I told her this. “You need to stop looking for yourself in every man that touches you, you need to start looking for yourself within yourself.”

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