I Will Be Like "I'm Fine" And Then Another Fucking Event Will Occur

You gave up on me Michael. A naive part of me still believes you’re a short drive away, because I can’t believe you’d just leave without saying goodbye.

‘Prowling Cats’ by Tim Southall

reading in my bed is so hard now that it’s uninterrupted. i miss you my sweet girl, so so much. i hope the Gods are taking great care of you.

This too shall pass but like holy fuck

i’m splitting on you so hard my sebastian wilder it’s not even funny

TW: TALK OF SA AND SA FLASHBACKS

michael i search and scan every damn tweet and every new song added to every playlist you make. i cant believe i meant nothing to you. after all this time, not one day goes by where you think of me. i’m not even worth a text back, an acknowledgment, a godforsaken breath in my direction.

fuck you. fuck it all. i wish i hated you. i hope you find everything you ever wanted in that fuck ass disgusting place you moved to. don’t come back, not now, not ever.

i hate how every man i ever love is a narcissistic, unfeeling asshole. i give up. i won’t make friends, i won’t love anyone, i cant do this anymore. being alone hurts, but mourning every person i ever lose for YEARS like they’re dead hurts way worse.

thank you michael, for ruining me. for ruining everything without so much as a fucking clue to what i could have done.

fuck you. hope you’re happy.

damn. miss you a lot rn my michael

i hate that i can never give up on people, i want things to stop hurting so bad. he doesn’t care, at all. all of those years meant nothing. i shouldn’t care either.

forever lucifer ig

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