It’s like I live in a timeline where I’m not meant to feel loved. No matter how much I try to speak up and ask for love and affection I’m met with misunderstanding and defensive bullshit behavior. Honestly at this point I rather just die alone.
i would be unstoppable if i could start a conversation
dont promise me shit
experiencing thoughts and memories
People should tell me they wanna fuck me more
i want a relationship where breaking up isn’t even an option
“there is nothing here please go away”
David Lynch
“do you want to talk about it?”
no, i want to kill myself because of it.