#dear max

[shieldofiron]

Did you know you can hide money in people’s pockets if they won’t let you pay them back? That’s a free tip from Billy to you.

Vecnavision 3D chapter 4, “In Your Letter” is on ao3 here.

[aquayiruu]

"Why are you crying? It's just an AI"

THE AI:

[pastel-and-in-love]

Left on Read

It’s not fair to me that you’re ignoring me like this. I’ve had to be the mature one through this entire breakup. You even wussed out of breaking up with me, so I, the girl who has been in love with you for four years and still is, had to approach you and promise I would never hate you and basically break up with myself for you. Now, you’re ignoring my texts, making plans in a group chat with everyone but me, avoiding me at school, and getting offended when I treat you as a friend, even though I’ve always called you cuss words, even if your chosen nickname has gone from bitch to asshole. You were my best friend. You’re one of four fucking people I care about. And one might have committed suicide or blocked me himself for all I know. Don’t you realize that you’re actually killing me? 

I love you so much that I have stayed with you through this breakup, as well as your last and even when the girl you dated made me walk into 1st period crying because she thought you were cheating on her with me. I did everything for you. I would have done anything for you. You’re the only person I’ve ever trusted enough to actually be sexually attracted to, as weird as that sounds (you know I’m demisexual). You could kill everyone I care about and I’d still love you. As much as I hate to say it, you could kill my brother, who you know I think of as my son, and I would still love you. I could never hate you. And yet I’m still sitting here, crying, and forced to carry all the weight of this breakup when I loved you so much I didn’t want you to be with me if you didn’t want to be. I. Left. You. When. I. Had. You. Because. I. Loved. You. How hard is that to understand? How hard is it to stay in my life even though I know you love Lianna and broke up with me for her? How hard is it to understand it hurts more to not talk to you than to know I would have done anything for you and still lost you again?

[melaniehooyenga]

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[kouhai018]

My Dear Max,

I feel like I keep repeating to myself the same old things, like a 30cm long nail that I’d slowly hammer in the middle of my forehead, but so numb I could not even realize what I’m doing. I wish I’d learn, I wish for it to stop, I wish for my brain to pause and leave me disconnected with my head full of complete silence.

But it’s always packed with thoughts that collide with eachother; and my ears are buzzing, and I feel sick to my stomach, and my strenght is gone and lying down, face to the floor doesn’t help the tiredness because I’m not physically exhausted. Obviously it’s just mentally, my anxiety pouring out of my ears, nosestrils and mouth.

The necessity to refrain myself from reaching makes my skin feels like it is scaling like old paint on a decrepit wall, like my fingers being pulled backwards. My eyes are flooded with tears that I don’t understand nor control, my fists are  driven to the table, one, two, three times in rage.

I’m stained with bruises that I can’t wear with pride, there’s this constant pressure on my carotid that makes me wanna puke what my stomach does not even contain. Yes I’ve lost weight, but only cause the hunger is barely there. I’m aware of the stupidity of my behaviour, the pain that I inflict to myself, just like squeezing my brain and draining the juice out of it, that every evidence  should actually reassure me.

Oh Max, will I ever manage my trust issues?