#supersappy

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Being able to be myself with you is one of my biggest life blessings. #supersappy #friendship #supersaturated (at Disneyland)

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kan-can Prepare for the sap!! I miss you a whole friggin’ lot Miss Fae Lady! I didn’t meant to find so many, but here we are. I love you Fae Lady! <3 <3 <3

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for gingersaurusrexx because she’s beautiful and amazing and I’m feeling rather gushy today and I miss her 

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Read my name m8

Anyways, like my name says, I'm just here to post stories. Trying to turn them in for school projects and some of them are based off of irl events. 

I’m sorry. I see that what I did was wrong. Remember back when we were kids? When we would pretend to play House and I would be the father and you the mother? That… That was the highlight of my life. Even pretending to be in a relationship with you was blissful. Every single second I spent with you I cherished. Your hair made the sun that much more golden, your smile made the flowers that much more aromatic, your words made the birds sing that much more angelic. You didn’t know this. Maybe you did. From the way I brushed up against you when I could. Remember that car ride we had? We went to the beach with a group of friends early on in the day. You leaned your head against my shoulder when you went to sleep and I lost any words I had to say. I wanted to stay like that. Everyone else was sleeping. It was so calm and serene. The sound of the wind rushing by the car and your gentle breathing. I wanted to stay there for years. I would look down every few seconds. Even then, I wanted to stare. You were gorgeous. Your hair was curled above your ears and a few strands were covering your face. When you woke up and saw me looking at you, I was embarrassed to say the least. But still, I enjoyed every second of it. I had assumed that you already knew that I liked you. I didn’t love you for any sexual benefit. I just wanted to protect you. You were so cute. You were a little child abandoned in the forest. You wanted help. I was a father without a child to support. I wanted someone to cherish and care for. Someone who would stay by my side. Now that I think about it, nevermind. That sounds kinda inappropriate. Anyways, we live two completely separate lives, yet we need each other. We each serve two roles in society. You were the one that wanted to be cared for, and I wanted someone to protect and love. You would talk all about your celebrity crush day and night and I thought it was adorable. I thought you really loved me. I was stupid to think so. So stupid. I was stupid enough to think something as small as that could leave such a detrimental effect on my own surroundings. I had heard of it before. The snowball effect. As it rolls down the hill, it picks up more and more snow until eventually, it gets to a point where you can’t control it. As I showed more signs of affection, you started to distance yourself from me more and more. I couldn’t bear to tell you I liked you. I didn’t want to admit it. I was too shy, too embarrassed to say something like that. Now that I think about it, I should’ve talked to you about it. Every day that you didn’t text me or talk to me became a day where a piece of my heart was bitten off by the monster known as solitude. Eventually, that monster consumed my heart. I was starving with a desire to talk to you. I wanted you to ask me how my day was. I wanted you to tell me more about your crushes and homework. I wanted you to complain more about how hard highschool was. I didn’t care. I wanted to talk to you. You could’ve been talking about your boyfriend and I wouldn’t care. This monster known as solitude was destroying me from the inside out. My friends no longer mattered. All I wanted was to talk to you. All you needed to do was let a word flow out from your lips. Was that so hard to do? Was it? If it was that hard to talk to me, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being the atrocious monster that I am. I’m sorry for being the wretched friend who had a crush on you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t live up to your expectations as a friend and that I had the audacity to like you. I’m sorry. I’m going to try it one last time. Please respond.

From here on out, there will be a streak of texts being sent out from one side to the other

Hey, are you there?

Plz respond...

10:24 PM

  Yeah, sure I’m here. Y?

10:26 PM

  Why have you been ignoring me? :(

10:26 PM

  Do I really have to explain?

You like me, rite?

10:26 PM

  I do. I really like you.

Please dont think of me as a pig. I love you

4 u being u. Please dont misunderstand

10:27 PM

  Thts sweet but we’re just friends.

10:30 PM

  I’m fine with that. I’m fine with

just being friends. However, that

doesn’t mean I can stop loving you.

I understand this sounds immature

but please, just keep me as a friend.

I’m begging you.

10:32 PM

  I’m gonna go to bed.

10:34 PM

  please dont go. please im begging

you. i need ur help plz dont go

10:35 PM

  Stop texting me. I’m gonna

go now.

10:35 PM

I’m sorry. I collapsed it all. The slim chance of us still being friends is now all gone. Even if I were to still live, I wouldn’t mean anything to you. I would just be a once known friend. Maybe you would even pretend not to know me when we met. Can’t afford to bear that kind of pain. You can’t see me while I write this, but I’m crying. I’m crying my heart out. I can’t believe I’m gonna go through with this. I’ve always looked down upon suicide. I thought it was just a way out of a temporary problem. If I overlook this, it is. But this monster called solitude is much more powerful than my conscience is. It’s sucking me into this dark void. A vacuum in what was once left of my heart. Everything is slowly starting to disappear now. All my emotions are being forfeited to Solitude. Now, I say goodbye. I’m wondering if I get to make a will. If I could, I’d like to put my will here. I’ll leave any money I was saving up to get her two tickets to her favorite celebrity’s concert. Tell her to take someone special with her. My bed, books, chairs, desks, and pretty much any other piece of furniture can be donated to that foster home on the street. Anyways, best of luck. Lil’ bro, you’re gonna be balling your eyes out as you read this. Be a man. Don’t cry about a small thing like this. You have your whole life ahead of you. You haven’t even entered middle school yet. Mom, dad, I’m sorry for being such a bad son. I should’ve done chores when you told me to and done my homework when you asked me to. Thanks for supporting me in my dreams of becoming a magician when I was still young. Right now, I’m trying to tie this rope. This rope is pretty thick. Think I might die from getting my neck scratched than I will choking. Wow, pretty creepy thoughts. Here’s my first and very last magic trick. I’m gonna make myself dissape-

Don't worry, I'm not gonna commit suicide. It's just a story. Anyways, plz rate. Critically. Now that I think about it, this has been a pretty nice thing to vent my emotions out with. Gets all those sad and angry feelings go away.

[fruitcomposing]

Why do so many friendships end up with me being miserable? Why does my happiness always end in even more sadness? Why did it have to be her? Why not someone else? Why do I get so sad and so happy thinking about her? I know it will never happen, but the thought of it makes me so happy. Why can't she just see?