Friday, 4 April 2014

Right now I'm feeling thoroughly fucked over.
Like I mentally got run over by a fucking truck.
I am just having the hardest time alone right now and it sucks.
It's not even because I still love you.
I just cannot deal with the loss of someone I knew to be so close.
It's not the individual, it's the idea of an individual.

Yet I can't stop putting the blame on myself and seeing fault with myself.
But I know I am not to blame.
How did I even let myself sink so low.
I have no idea, neither do I want to think about it.

Right now I just need a tall buff handsome boy that I can lie on and roll into a ball and weep.
That's my idea of a relief right now.
HAHAHAHAHA

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