last night's regret

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[condescent-into-madness]

turns out all along the answer was no

i wasn't good enough for you

but you weren't good enough for me either

i hope we both rot

[condescent-into-madness]

go buy your validation elsewhere

it's not about the person it's about the feeling

everyone is interchangeable

if platonic heartbreak is real i need to start healing

[condescent-into-madness]

I want to feel the sting of something familiar. Something sharp. Something comforting.

Something red.

[condescent-into-madness]

thank you for breaking me

[condescent-into-madness]

the caress of moonlight, the whisper of the evening breeze

[condescent-into-madness]

words cascade like poison from between my teeth. hundreds upon thousands of spiders pour out. vile. disgusting. loathed by all those around me. i sew my mouth shut. the tug of the thread at my lips soothes me in a sick, twisted way.

i can no longer scream for help. nobody would listen anyway.

[condescent-into-madness]

consensual homoerotic murder suicide

[condescent-into-madness]

the sooner you accept the fact that nobody really cares about you or the things you pour all your care in to create, the sooner you'll come to peace with your suicidal ideations

[alwaysgettingwhatyouwant]

i hate when people ask me what sign i am like bitch i’m a sign from god. start running.

[clickbaitrobot]

Duran Duran: “When Did Heterosexual Masturbation Start To Become A Thing?”

[condescent-into-madness]

lose my number like you lost respect for me ✌️

[condescent-into-madness]

let me enjoy my shame in peace.

[unsenttextsuggestion]

i know you mean well but i hate how every time i tell you something new about myself - something old and concerning that’s made me feel like a monster for as long as i can remember - you sorta shrug it off. i know you don’t mean to, but it feels like you do. and i feel trapped, because i don’t know who else to tell.

[unsenttextsuggestion]

what if i just....disappeared. how much would you actually care? or would you get over it like that?

[free-and-to-none-accountable]

[bigstupiduglyogre]

[condescent-into-madness]

I'm bleeding out on the floor

You're still asking me for more

What the fuck am I working for

Swear to God I'm this close to walking out the door