#scaredofyou

[opiumbratz]

Aaaahhh! Kodie Shane replied to my YouTube comment!

[jacketspiece]

(( do to Tumblr's little hiccup, I can't get the Msg you sent me sphinxprinciple so because im incredibly bored rn im just gonna work off the quote ya sent)) " People are scared of you . I mean , look at your hands" She was holding them up to his face so he could see them. Stained in blood, he hadn't realized he had been so messy. He took a step back from her, pulling his arms away. From there he proceeded to back up from her, the Rooster mask fixated on his own hands. It didn't really bother him, it should. He knew that much, he knew it bothered her. He couldn't really say why he did it, Maybe it was because they started this war, maybe it was because they invaded his country with there drugs and poisoned his countryman. Maybe he did it because he was good at it. Or maybe he did it because he enjoyed it. And you do enjoy it, don't you? why else would you pick up the habit again? The thought didn't feel like his own, but something invading, something that saw through him like he never could. He thought he left that behind when he left Miami. The subtle shift of the mask and Ace could tell he wasn't looking at his hands any more, but her.  

[sweetgoodbyer]

Why?

Why do you care so much? Why? You tell me to get the fuck over you, then care about who the fuck I'm hanging out with. Then bash my friends when I'm finally happy having Real friends. When I'm just trying to get through the fucking day, you find out who I'm talking to or who I'm making plans with and then decide to yell at me or give me attitude for having a fucking social life finally! Why? You tell me to move on from you, find people to talk to so I don't go to you when I need help, which I finally am able to do, then you decide to step in yourself! I don't want you to tell me you still love me, because if you do, I'm going to just get pulled right back into loving you again and being scared. Scared of not being able to be the person I am. Because the girl I've become the girl that is doing better in her life now, does not want change, she doesn't want sadness or depression anymore. She hates waking up to nightmares every night. She hates walking into a classroom feeling the eyes of her classmates beating at her with hatred. She hates crying. She loves her friend. She loves herself. Finally...