I Want To Kiss Someone But Not In A Perverted Romantic Way.

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WAWAWAAA QUE LINDAS SE VEEEN <333 tqm Mado 🫂🫂

Nooo, you don't understand! you were supposed to answer that you love me and that you want to spend time with me and give me a lot of attention. Now I'll unfortunately have to slide a knife into your neck and break a few bones :(

kinda hate the fact that I am consciously delusional.

like, I would like to gaslight myself to the point that thinking about my f/o is actually a good coping mechanism. But nooo I shoot myself in the head with the "wait, he doesn't exist" and everything crumbles apart and I get more stressed and frustrated and-

Anyway, I want hugs, cuddles, preferably from my f/o.

I really hate to start feeling love for someone because I know history is going to repeat itself. We're going to be happy for a while then I'm going to behave like a bastard or say something insensitive and that will cause that person to be disappointed in me or angry with me; maybe we'll fix things, but it won't be the same.

And honestly, every fall hurts more than the last and I'm already too broken to keep trying.

If I go, will you notice my absence?

I hate the way that I think and act

I want to end reality but I feel hesitant

Optimistic that the future will be more concerned than the present

And so for today, I'll remain intact.

"If I were a human, I think I would die of it, but I'm not, but you five are, and I would not let you die of it, that I promise, I promise for cogito ergo sum, I AM, for AM."

"Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate"/q

HANDJAJAAJ love it

how i look texting them

WE'RE SO BACKK CHAT!1!!!!1!1!

(I still want to kms but this time I want to look cool while doing it)

Because you could destroy me, you could break me, you could shatter me, you could tear away the filthy humanity that I still have, you could finish snatching all feeling from me, you could make me even more miserable, and surely I would be grateful about it.

I would be grateful if only it would mean that you would stay by my side, that you would accompany me, that you would try to enlighten me with your presence, with pretending to be important to me.

Because nothing will ever change for me, and that will drag you into ruin.