Notkev
In-a-prison-of-my-own-making-cel
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All the evidence pointed at the same guy.
she follows him on every fucking bullshit cucked soycial media. Fuck, he's even more of a fucking introvert than me if his socials are anything to go by. And yet she chose him. my stupid optimistic brain liked to keep dreaming. It wanted to keep the delusion alive. Even though it was more than obvious.
But then she changes her bio on her birthday and he changes his too in sync with hers?
Fuck this. Just fuck it. I never asked to have feelings for her. I NEVER FUCKING DID. WHY THE HELL DID MY BRAIN TURN HER INTO THIS OBJECT OF DESIRE. WHY? WHY DID I HAVE TO SUFFER SO FUCKING MUCH WHAT'S THE POINT OF HAVING FEELINGS IF I LOOK LIKE THIS? WHAT THE FUCK I DID I EVER DO TO ANYONE TO DESRERVE THIS HELL?
As I'm writing this shit that nobody gives a fuck about anyway, she's probably talking to or messaging him. He actually gets goodbye and good morning messages from her. He gets to enjoy her company, and be with her. And yet I do nothing but suffer.
All the moments I suffered. WHY DID SHE SHOW ME BASIC KINDNESS? DIDN'T SHE KNOW HOW STARVED I AM OF HUMAN INTIMACY? DIDN'T SHE KNOW THAT WOULD GIVE ME THE WRONG IDEA?
I wish I could see this guy irl at least once, so I'd know just how much better than me he really is. Maybe it'd make more sense to me if I actually saw this guy for myself but the fucker has virtually no pics of himself except for a trash one.
I'm tired. My chest physically hurts. Fuck my life. The absurdity of this life is not even funny. All the things that I could've experienced with her?, he gets to experience instead .
I'm forced to see her again, in college, have to be around what I was denied. Around the girl who rejected me. Over and over again. Having my failure rubbed in my face multiple times a week.
I blame myself for this, I hate myself for all the pain I inflicted upon me.
Can the oldercels help cure me of this disease? I don’t wanna feel like this, not for her or ANYBODY EVER AGAIN TILL THE DAY I DIE.
This legit brought me near considering roping again tonight.
If there's a God, we'll have lots to talk about after I'm gone for good.
Sorry for the schizo rambling. I had to get this out of my system
she follows him on every fucking bullshit cucked soycial media. Fuck, he's even more of a fucking introvert than me if his socials are anything to go by. And yet she chose him. my stupid optimistic brain liked to keep dreaming. It wanted to keep the delusion alive. Even though it was more than obvious.
But then she changes her bio on her birthday and he changes his too in sync with hers?
Fuck this. Just fuck it. I never asked to have feelings for her. I NEVER FUCKING DID. WHY THE HELL DID MY BRAIN TURN HER INTO THIS OBJECT OF DESIRE. WHY? WHY DID I HAVE TO SUFFER SO FUCKING MUCH WHAT'S THE POINT OF HAVING FEELINGS IF I LOOK LIKE THIS? WHAT THE FUCK I DID I EVER DO TO ANYONE TO DESRERVE THIS HELL?
As I'm writing this shit that nobody gives a fuck about anyway, she's probably talking to or messaging him. He actually gets goodbye and good morning messages from her. He gets to enjoy her company, and be with her. And yet I do nothing but suffer.
All the moments I suffered. WHY DID SHE SHOW ME BASIC KINDNESS? DIDN'T SHE KNOW HOW STARVED I AM OF HUMAN INTIMACY? DIDN'T SHE KNOW THAT WOULD GIVE ME THE WRONG IDEA?
I wish I could see this guy irl at least once, so I'd know just how much better than me he really is. Maybe it'd make more sense to me if I actually saw this guy for myself but the fucker has virtually no pics of himself except for a trash one.
I'm tired. My chest physically hurts. Fuck my life. The absurdity of this life is not even funny. All the things that I could've experienced with her?, he gets to experience instead .
I'm forced to see her again, in college, have to be around what I was denied. Around the girl who rejected me. Over and over again. Having my failure rubbed in my face multiple times a week.
I blame myself for this, I hate myself for all the pain I inflicted upon me.
Can the oldercels help cure me of this disease? I don’t wanna feel like this, not for her or ANYBODY EVER AGAIN TILL THE DAY I DIE.
This legit brought me near considering roping again tonight.
If there's a God, we'll have lots to talk about after I'm gone for good.
Sorry for the schizo rambling. I had to get this out of my system
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