Crawls forth from the depths of hell.
trying on a metaphor

blake kathryn
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if i look back, i am lost

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@fivealarmfreelancer
Crawls forth from the depths of hell.
if this dog doesn't leave me alone im going to puke on it. thats a thing i can do right.
Despite the fact that sociopathy isn’t technically an officially diagnosable disorder in medical or psychological texts, it isn’t actually an act for you. You genuinely do have a lot of the issues associated with the disorder; inability to empathize with others, and caring, the personal rights of others. Maybe you’ve got Antisocial Personality Disorder, though it’s not exactly like you’re going to go meet with a psychologist to sit down and find out concretely.
Still, Ame is a bit different, somehow, though you’ve never managed to pin down quite how.
"Fuckin’ shit, dude!"
You get up, leaving Jack nearby, and head off quickly, mumbling to yourself.
"Fuckin’ gets mauled by a fuckin’ bear asks for fuckin’ advil fuckin’ shit what the fuck."
You don't understand that its a genuine problem for him. You're sort of that ignorant shitlord that thinks if it isn't happening to you, you don't really care, and you don't exactly believe its a real thing. And it doesn't help that Jules acts like this, and then occasionally cares for you.
But now really isn't the time.
.
"Yo!"
You sit up from where you’d been laying, stretched out on your back on the floor, dicking around with the playlist on your blog, and roll towards him, concern accidentally slipping out on your face like a boob from a skimpy undersized tube top.
"Dude you look like a truck."
You know you look bad. You feel the bandages strapped tight against your face, which feels like lava has been dumped on it, and you feel gauze wound tightly around your torso, holding you together. You also are hyper aware of how much you are sweating, that the sheets are sticking to your legs, that your hair isn't up and theres blood crusted on it.
You really just want Jules to drop the sociopath act for five fucking seconds.
"Go.." You swallow thickly, your eye falling shut as it feels hard to talk. "Go, go to the bathroom. Get me the advil."
Pain. Its never exactly a great thing when you first wake up and feel blinding pain. You swallow thickly as you let your body slowly come out of the state of aftershock it was in, and your eye slowly pulls open. Angel is curled up right next to your side. You can't tell what is on the other fucking side of you because its pitch black.
You sighs slowly and hesitate before moving onto your back, hissing sharply as the stitches in your side throbbed. Right. Because when you get attacked, its not something that closes up on contact when Stitch fixes your effigy. You lay there uncomfortably before letting out a breath and trying to sit up.
"...Jules!"
Bookin u a waxing appointment
[There isn't a response because currently Amelie is bleeding out on the foyer floor and can no longer hold his phone up.]
I am as smooth as a dolphin.
Less wind resistance.
i wish iu coudl see me fuckin torlling my eyes @ u
#I’ll comb your gross chest.
my chest isnt gros
Chest hair in general is gross.
thast b/c u got alopecia or soome shit
#I'll comb your gross chest.
my chest isnt gros
I’m not concerned because I know that you won’t ever die ever.
This is 100% a fact.
if you say so.
I want a relationship like this
I’m not concerned because I know that you won’t ever die ever.