This just a bunch of crap you don’t have to read. I am so lonely that I make up conversations in my head. I don’t look people directly in the eye in fear that they will find out. And I, sincerely am incredibly lonely that I don’t know how to
You can stop trying to love me you are free from my claustrophobic confines I’ve unchained you from myself brushed off my fingerprints from your crevasses and I’ve handed your soul back to you no more holding my sorrows for me no more kissing my forehead no more holding me
I want him dead I want him gone I want his limbs ripped by a midivil cartwheel and his still living torso burnt to ashes I want him gone I want the thread of thought that leads to him get eaten by a tape worm may a whale swallow him