I’ve spent these twenty-four hours in a state of shock and disbelief, heartbreak and utter depression.
I envision things exactly the way you said, with you two cuddling together in your blankets like we used to. Wrapped around each other, maybe kissing. Probably kissing.
I envisioning you guiding her hand down to the lump in your pants….I can’t look anymore.
I envision her doing all those things to you that were reserved for me. I envision you touching her in all the places you touched me.
I envision you two passionately making out in desperation after these months of waiting. Something new.
I imagine you sharing the most intimate bond-something you promised only we would share. Something you doubt would happen, but I know it could and probably would.
I imagine you shouting suggestive remarks over your bottle of alcohol that you pass around. A sure-fire pass to sexuality.
Sleeping together. How dare you say that you don’t know if anything will happen.
You invited her over so that something would happen. Honey, nobody invites over the girl they’re so intimately, sexually involved with through images for the night to cuddle in their bed without intentions, I’m sorry.
I
Know
You
If anyone would like to come and cuddle me while I cry silently, I’d be ok with that.
Thanks.
"How many Dragon Ball Z characters does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Only one, but it takes three episodes."
I have so much to live for. So many things to be grateful to have. But somehow, deep inside, I feel I would give it all, just to have another chance to talk to you again - I would drop everything if it meant another chance for us.
Why do you hate your life?
I don’t remember exactly why I first posted it, but it’s got to have something to do with the fact that I’m losing the one person I ever loved and trusted to a complete slut who he’s falling for, leaving me even more alone; and the insane amount of end of the year schoolwork I’m behind on which might cause problems for graduation, then there’s the ED, self-harm, depression, anxiety….the list goes on.
"The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us, but those who win battles we know nothing about."
(Source: mystandards)
Am I really losing followers because I’m having a crisis?
Y’all are picky motherfuckers. Blogs are run by people, you know. People have ups and downs in their lives. Lord.
I mean that’s fine, if you don’t like it by all means unfollow, but I don’t see the problem in writing about your life on your blog.
