#hell edition

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idk why im even fucking writing a stupid diary entry. this is so fucking dumb but whatever... Al told me to so ill try 😒

ill b honest. i really fucking wanted to have sex. i had- i had so much shit planned, fuck. i was gonna make him have the best night of his fucking life, i had so many ideas-

and then he said no.

i mean, i- ugh, i dont know! it fucking sucks, that's it! i- i wanted to make him feel good, sex is MY thing, the one thing im really good at- and... he didnt want it?

...

i just... hes always so nice. he makes me feel so- so fucking good when we talk, like im special, like-

and i just wanted to make him feel good too. im not good with words, fuck, i suck at writing scripts for my movies... but sex? sex i know. so... why did it have to end? before it barely even started? i just... fuck.

tengo miedo. tengo miedo de perderle, de no ser suficiente, de que se dé cuenta de lo estúpido, puto pendejo que soy, y que decida dejarme. tiene unas palabras tan lindas, y mientras yo apenas puedo escribir media línea sin usar palabrotas. cómo podría nadie querer a alguien así...?

Luci: Well, that's the third time this escape plan failed.

Hook: Nice going, angel.

Michael: Same to you, pirate.

Luci: Can't we all just get along?