Im Sorry For Disapearing.. You Guessed Right And I Got Scared.. Im Sorry If My Cowardice Is Disapointment,
Im sorry for disapearing.. You guessed right and i got scared.. Im sorry if my cowardice is disapointment, Im spineless, pathetic, and weak.. If it bothers you, I can leave you alone.. -⛓
who said it bothers me?
i’m still not sure which system from, so you still have that anonymity. you’re safe, dear.
i dislike cowards, yes. but that doesn’t mean you’ve disappointed me. you are not spineless, pathetic, or weak.
do tell, though. why scares?
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tw.
my skin is scrubbed raw and red. my head is pounding and i’m shaking feebly. as i run the water, washing the sink out, watching red and clear mix and swirl down the drain, and as i wipe the spit from my lips, flushing the toilet and watching nothing but bile swirl down it’s own respective drain, i slump agains the wall.
is this really where i’ve gotten myself in life?
I wish I wasnt like this,, my trauma is unfortunatly a part of me I dont think will ever leave me..
-⛓
you have to grow and live with the trauma. and not let it overcome you. you have to make it a part of you, and learn and develop.
everyone wishes they weren’t the way they are.
Hehheh, I think its ok. But if you arent careful this sick, broken woman might get the idea that she can relearn how to be loved../ch -⛓
anyone, and everyone, can learn to be loved.
i wonder where the “x” anon is…
the sleeves of my hoodie are tear-stained. i’m shaking like a leaf. i’m a grown man, dammit. it has been 2 minutes. and yet…
glad you think you're adjusted. was convinced for a second you were too fuckin' starstruck half the time to properly man the tulpar's crew.
pleased to be your co-pilot. "friend" sounds kinda technical at this point in time. surprised you think of us that way.
– ✘
what do you mean “think” i’m adjusted? i am adjusted.
and you are my friend, jimmy. we’ve been friends for so long..what else would we be? what do you consider us? simply colleagues? that would mean i am above you, wouldn’t it? i know you don’t want anyone thinking that..
the undeniable, deep-rooted urge to call them some sort of title, some sort of ranking.
because they’re simply better than me, and i must address them as such. correct?
TW.
force me to tell you my fears.
i prefer to check up on people. it makes me feel good when everyone else feels good!
i’m scared that if i end it all, no one will notice. and everyone who does notice will simply move on.
i like when people remember the small things about me! it makes me feel special.
no one knows what my favorite color is.
i like to think that everybody is a friend!
i get so, so deeply fearful when i’m unliked.
