When You Feel Yourself Becoming Obsessed With A New Person, And It’s The Scariest And Best Feeling

Even of existing…

Crying is actually the fucking worst. Its fucking garbage. I would rather just. Fucking...Not. 

Just going to livetumbl my entire episode because I'm alone and might as fucking well.

To the next random entitled guy who decides that after just meeting me, sending me an unwanted disgusting cock picture is a good way to get my attention after being busy for a couple hours;

 I will cut that pathetic wad of diseased flesh off your body, smash it with a meat hammer until its perfect to roll into a pointed shape, freeze it until its actually hard in a useful way, not to mention sharp, preceed to then cut you flesh deep groin to sternum, stab it deep into your trachea, and while watching you gurgle and drown in your own blood will i lean close enough to whisper in your ear “ Is this enough attention for you sweetheart?” 

Because if you honestly think that any of those actions you do are excusable, quirky, or even charming, you are gravely mistaken; and you should drown on your own blood if you think that sexually harassing anyone with the sight of your disgusting little hob nob attention-entitled narcissistic prick is the way to keep a conversation going. 

You make me sick and I despise you and everyone like you.

The sobs that choke you up and keep you from breathing are the worst. The actual chunk of sadness that wells up into a knot in your throat is agony. 

“You walk at home? Do you even need your wheelchair?”

Yes, because walking in my own house is different than walking class to class at school. I don’t carry a heavy backpack at home. I’m not on a tight schedule at home. I can sit on the ground at home. I can ask my parents or siblings to help me at home. I can crawl on my hands and knees at home. I can lie in the middle of the hallway at home. I can sit on counters and tables at home. I can bear a lot of pain at home. I can show that pain at home. I can collapse in the middle of crawling up the staircase at home.

Don’t tell me or anyone else where or when they need to use their mobility device

Tonight

Truthfully.. I dont feel love for you in my heart anymore. Not in the same way. It makes me so sad. I mourn the death of my happiness. I buried it alive and smothered it to death in graveyard dirt. But... I dont want to love you anymore. You were too much of a pain to my soul. It wasn’t meant to be. I was merely clinging to fallout. You were my whole world, but the planet that was us is gone and now im floating aimlessly through space without a meaning to my life anymore. Maybe I will find a new planet.... maybe I’ll be hit by a comet. We’ll just have to see I guess.