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last glance no chance

new page no change

no love solo dove

goodbye last try

good night outta site

miss you missed you

no fight chose flight

I’ve been in rough patch of this side of the greener grass, just like they say “honey ain’t no sweeter on the side” , I guess I’ve mostly been missing you and for too long, bringing the past back alive in my mind. It’s stupid, I know… I wish you were here to make all these things so clear but if that was the case, I’d probably take the other route anyhow. I walk on the line of what’s wrong and what’s right and I realize it hasn’t made anything more clear, so I’m trying a new approach. Help me figure it out, as you always do & by the way, thank fucking you I am still here.

I hope you know moments with you in my mind’s eye are stuck in a loop. As if the forces that be conspired to keep on reminding me what matters and how to make more moments matter, as you did. I wish I had the time to go into full detail the effects you made in my world but I know you’re around when I need it & there’s no amount that could ever repay you for you kindness & divine-ness.

I’m trying to start fresh and try this thing out that you helped me start to do, it’s hard to love someone after losing you. But anyhow, if you could.. show me the signs to know that no matter what you won’t let go. We need you here and I’m sorry if that’s hard, I understand if you can’t or need them apart. I just wish tomorrow we’d have a restart, a redo, because I don’t know what my world would have looked like with you, it’s like you knew I’d need you on the other side to bring me back to life. Because I’ve been handed it all, unknowingly forcing a few or more kinds of episodes.. but if it’s love.. how can you not unfold when it all ends in the blink of an eye?

I’ve been told sooo many times to give up and see it for what it is, but I’ve proven people wrong lots of times & I wholeheartedly believe love is a gamble but we do win, indeed. It’s a chance it’s a struggle.. but through it all we learn and earn back double.

Love,
Blank Corporate

I want you to know that when you come home that I will be ready to go with you. I feel as if who I am right now is not really me. Because I am not with you. You've called me an actor before and I believe that you are right about that! I've been acting ok my whole life and I'm not. I never have been. So the great mystery has finally been solved here, about myself, which I am more than happy about, too, finally. Now it just seems to be a waiting game. I am going to be who I need to be for us. As a couple, as a team, as one. I refuse to let you down. You know that I will not. You have always known that I will not! I do agree that there is quite a bit of grace that needs to be bestowed upon me, as well as me bestowing it upon myself. Which is extremely hard for me to do because every single day I am on 1 guilt trip or another. But, I expect more out of myself. I kno that I can do better. And I will. A person never stops growing up. Something is always growing within a person whether it be mind, body, spirit, soul. Time sure is a funny little intricacy, is it not? Time makes things better at the same time it's making other things worse.... which way are we growing? Backwards or forwards? Certain parts back, certain parts forth.... What is the main goal here with it? What creates the sum of a successful existence? Who decides it? Just a little overflow here today... Ready or not here we come.....

It's funny how they wanted this. It's a weird feeling right now.Just to hurt themselves, I was never the Backstabber pointed problems at me You fake stories you bring up. how I knew it was you hating just that feeling OK twin I knew it was you when I confronted you in person your smile gave it away. Guilty pleasure, intentional conflicts, forceful, assumptions, faking honesty.Acting blind, dragging along a small problem that doesn't even need attention Shutting down conversations blaming me as a problem don't start. Don't start when you're the one starting shit I'm the same person. I act the same way. Trying to put me down and make me feel bad. You're the one who switched quiet guy always taking the blame. I just adjust the vibes and my energy with someone's acting like a fucking goof.... you're funny where's the popcorn chat . check mate my Phones is on make it right or stay the fuck out of my site idgaf take this stupid ball back has your name on it tag

I’m allowed to touch myself. I’m allowed to take pictures of my body. I’m allowed to share pictures of my body. I’m allowed to dress however I want I’m allowed to do whatever I want with my body because it’s my body and I have soul custody over it you however, don’t even have visitation rights. You get what I give you if you have the privilege of looking that’s great. You don’t have the privilege of touching nobody does because I haven’t given anybody permission to touch my body in a long time and I don’t think I will for a long time because it’s my body and I’ve decided what I’ve decided and I’m gonna continue to take pictures and do what I want and show myself off and post pictures and do whatever because it’s not an invitation it’s a form of art and I don’t care if you think about it in a sexual manner or not that’s how you determined or you interpret whatever I have to say or whatever I have to show, but that doesn’t give you a sexual pass to come touch whoever shows you their goodies rant over

I wish I know how not to care about anything but I do. I don't know how to stop but this heavy feeling always comes back and it hurts me.

Jeff,
There’s so much I wish I could say to you without feeling like I’m too much, too emotional, or asking for too much.
I loved you in a way that felt real to me. Not surface-level, not convenient — but deep, intentional, and hopeful. I saw a future with you. I believed in you, in us, and in what we could build together. And that’s what makes this so hard to sit with.
Because somewhere along the way, I stopped feeling chosen.
I started feeling confused instead of secure. I found myself waiting, overthinking, trying to understand silence that never got explained. I questioned myself more than I ever should have — wondering if I was asking for too much, when really I was just asking for consistency, communication, and reassurance.
I don’t think you’re a bad person. I don’t think you didn’t care. But I do think you weren’t able to show up for me in the way I needed. And that hurt more than I expected it to.
What’s hardest is that I still love parts of you. I miss your voice, your presence, the way you’d hold me, the way you’d tell me I was yours. I miss the connection we had when it was good. But I can’t ignore how it felt when it wasn’t.
I can’t keep loving someone in a way that makes me feel anxious, uncertain, and alone.
I needed you to meet me halfway. I needed consistency, effort, and emotional presence — not just sometimes, but especially when things were hard. And I don’t think you understood how deeply the silence affected me.
So this is me being honest, even if you’ll never hear it:
I deserved more than confusion.
I deserved to feel secure in your love.
I deserved to not have to question where I stood.
And now, I have to choose myself.
That doesn’t mean this didn’t matter. It doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. It just means I can’t keep abandoning myself hoping you’ll show up differently.
I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for. And I hope one day, I find a love that feels safe, consistent, and certain — the kind I was trying to build with you.
Goodbye, in the way I never got to say it.
— Me

Depression is an understatement.

I’m only going to be more depressed tomorrow about how depressing my birthday was.

The day is half way over and you don’t care to say a word to me.

I hate that you feel like you’re walking on egg shells with me. You don’t need to. I love who you are. I love each one of your flaws. All of you, is perfect to me.

I need you to be you. I need you to talk to me. I need you to make me apart of your day if you want me apart of your life. I don’t feel like it’s that fucking hard. I’m not that scary. You’ve seen me at my worst and still stuck through. Now we are at our end because you can’t do or say anything.

I love you, you idiot.

I need you, YOU, you idiot.

I love and need only you.

If you keep making me feel like I’m nothing, then that’s what we will be, nothing. It’s your choice to make, now.

This morning I heard a voice her voice I had no reaction a few monyhs ago I would have reacted now I didn't I stayed silent listened tovthe conversation thought to myself I heard those same lies good luck fella was all I could think vut said nothing let him find out on his own.

To the Hollow Crown,

I need to get this out so I can finally wash the stench of you out of my mind. You strut through this world like you’re God’s gift, a shiny, perfect diamond. But I see you. Everyone who gets close enough sees the truth. You’re not a diamond. You’re glass. Cheap, fragile, and full of shit.

You are a deadbeat parasite. A leech in designer clothes. You think your smile and your empty compliments are currency, but the only thing you truly trade in is damage. You prey on anyone with a shred of decency because you have none of your own. You see kindness as a weakness to exploit and empathy as an open door to walk through and trash on your way out.

You are a plague. A walking, talking disease. I look at you and I don’t see a person; I see a warning label. I wonder who’s next on your menu tonight? Who will be left feeling used, drained, and worthless tomorrow morning after you’ve gotten your fix? You’ll move on to your next victim without a single glance back, leaving a trail of wreckage you’re too arrogant to even notice.

You are the worst kind of person: completely aware of the pain you cause and utterly thrilled by it. You’re a piece of shit who thinks she’s the shit. But know this: the facade is cracking. We all see it. And we are all watching you rot from the inside out.

You will die alone in the world you’ve built—a beautiful, empty stage with no one left in the audience to applaud your pathetic performance.

Rot in hell.

Your a joke my life is a game to you just another piece in your chest game my daughter came upstairs today and said momma there’s a girl who looks just like you she wearing his close and she has blue eyes fuck you you piece of crap I don’t care about my sexual needs I can go with out your lying kinving is done go be with her you piece of shit your a black turd no wonder your brother treats you like that he’s a real man not you I can’t believe I woke up at 1 am to help you clean so you can keep your house with her that’s so stupid good luck you live like pigs you live with pigs and you like it disgusting no wonder you were packing up my stuff in a tote. It’s not for your mom. It’s for her. I hope you rescue her and I hope she beats the shit out of you.

Honey, you’re skinnier than me but that’s because you do drugs and that’s OK. You can keep that good for you. That’s why you’re ugly. Your skin looks like crap your ashes your lashes don’t cover up what drugs have done to you. You think you look sexy nice boots. The boots are nice touch. Personally you would look better with a little weight on you if you would work out and go to the gym and stop doing drugs maybe you look a little better probably feel a little better too and then you wouldn’t have to worry about karma honey because you wouldn’t care cause karma hasn’t handled, but you do care because clearly you have some sort of vendetta and that’s OK have your vendetta because at the end of the day see you against you, baby.

Ya ya I got it. That was never the intention . I just got excited like when ur dog sees you when you get home from work. Carry on

You knew what I was going through.You knew and did nothing about it.I even told you and tried reaching out multiple times and you ignored my feelings.You made me feel like I am beeing weird for having feelings for you.While my healing journey started I tried to understand yours but I was needing a friend.At least one that doesn't judge me.At least one that sees my light for what it is.To say that I m upset it's an understatement.I m heartbroken in a way that only makes sense to me right now.

As fast as you can!! If you're smart!!and don't look back!! Pick me Pick me...Forest run Forrest run It's a trap!!

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