i am going mad fr please can you just get out of my head?
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid little fucking me, for still thinking there is a chance for us. Stupid brain, stupid heart, stupid legs for walking towards wherever you are. Stupid mouth for being uncontrollable around you. I just want to talk to you every single time I have the chance. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, fucking stupid. Why can't I mandate myself to just stop? Stop hoping, stop yearning, stop wanting, fucking stop. It is all pointless. You will never cater to me. I will never matter to you in that way. You have subtly made it clear. But was it ever clear if it was subtle? I keep grasping at fucking straws, tiny fucking clues that lead to you possibly wanting more out of me. I need you to want me so bad you cannot control yourself. I need you to want me like I need you. I need you so fucking bad it hurts. I need you, I need you, I need you. Oh, fuck you. What's with all that confession? What's with everything? Fuck. It's all in my fucking head. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I have no reason to be mad at you. Of course, it's in my fucking head. Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. It's worse to think you don't even want me sexually to ask me to fuck. 'Cause I would say yes in an instant. I just want more of you. I am so willing to give you more of me. If only you want. Please. Fuck.
14th of November 2025.