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Kiyoomi likes to pretend things bug him more than they do.
Miya Atsumu screaming his name across the volleyball court? Yeah, loud, but he’s grown used to it.
Bokuto squeezing him into a spine crushing hug after an important win? The bruises are made with love.
You?
“What’re you doing?”
“Sniffing you.”
You being obsessed with him? Yeah. Hates to admit it’s endearing.
He opens his arm a little to gaze judgmental at you, neck craning slightly as a brow quirks. Sure enough, there you are, nose buried in his ribs and breathing in and out peacefully. You’re smiling happily, arms wrapped low around him as you just breath him in. Literally.
He’s not even sure if you can breath. But you don’t seem too concerned.
“I thought you were a bug,” he teases, the small puffs of your breath and small nudges of your nose breeding goosebumps.
You shrug, “I guess I am bugging you, so.”
“You always kind of bug me.” He smiles and pulls you back closer to him, only this time, your face buries under his arm, and he yelps at the strange feeling. “The hell?”
“Let me die here,” you say simply, your head taking advantage of the previously stretched arm to rest in the curve of his underarm. “You smell so good.”
He rolls his eyes and stretches his arm out further as to not pin you where you lie, “I showered, but that’s not the point. Why the hell on this rotten, decaying earth do you feel the need to fucking sniff under my arm?”
“Don’t question my desires.”
“Of all the desires you’ve demanded from me, this is the absolute most feral,” he says, trying to hide his laugh. It doesn’t really bother him that you’re… residing there, it’s just an interesting choice given the fact that he’s got two arms that are more than ready to hug you like a normal person. “Cant you just go back to biting me?”
You don’t waste a second before humming out a content, “I could bite you here,” before biting his ribs and making him squeak at the ticklish feeling.
“Don’t do that!” He whines, but more snickers come out when you continue to nibble the sharp bones of his ribs and your hair ruffles against the curve under his arm. He tries to squirm but your arms are locked tight around him; he hates you for it. “I hate you! I hate this!” He titters.
“No you don’t,” you say knowingly, smiling before sucking a faint hickey against his butterflied skin. The area around is going to be littered with the slightest little red marks from your previous deviance, and it’ll stain the skin before fading come nightfall.
And he’d be a dirty liar if he said it bugged him.
#don’t read this#I love him okay don’t look at me#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa kiyoomi fluff#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader fluff#sakusa kiyoomi imagine#sakusa kiyoomi haikyuu#sakusa#sakusa fluff#sakusa x reader#sakusa x gn!reader#sakusa x reader fluff#sakusa imagine#sakusa haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x reader fluff#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x yn#haikyuu x you#none of my posts don’t do well so#may as well post what I wanna post JFBDOSBS-
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trying my hand at writing smthn again- this time smthn tmc related since some friends brought up the parallels between Adam and Jonah and thatcher and Ruth’s relationship- sorry if this sucks I’m not a great writer LAWLZ
TW: SUICIDAL IDEATION, BODY HORROR
inspired by an idea @adammurrays had !!
dialing…
Jonah Marshall, at your service! Or not. I can’t get to the phone right now. Leave a message, yeah?
…
“Hey, it’s Adam. Been a while.”
Uh… Man. I don’t really know what to say. You’re not gonna pick up, so I guess it doesn’t matter. You missed my birthday. Or… his birthday, at least. I don’t know. A lot has happened since our last investigation. I… I don’t know why I’m even saying any of this. I’m not your friend. I’ve never had any real friends. God, all of you tried so fucking hard for me… him. And I had to drag you down with me as I stumbled through this life I’ve stolen. I’m not human, Jonah. I’ve never been. There’s something crawling in my head, and my skin feels like it’s melting off my bones. Ugh, they all felt like they were breaking at once… God, the way they contorted… The only thing I’m happy about is that you don’t have to see me like this. I just… man. I miss you, at least I think I do. I know I’m not supposed to. I guess none of these feelings are mine, but the thought that I’m never going to have anyone like you again just fucking kills me. So yeah, Jonah. I’m still alive, but I tried so hard to make sure I didn’t stay that way. I tried to join you, join Mom, so that maybe I could tell you how sorry I am for everything. But I guess this is my divine punishment, and no one deserves it more than me. Evelin saw what I am. I… She hates me now. So does Sarah. It makes sense. All I’ve ever tried to do was push people away from me, but I still always end up ruining everything anyways.
You were right, Jonah. You were always right. We never should’ve looked for her, because she wasn’t my mother to begin with. Maybe you’d still be alive if we’d never gone into that fucking house. It should’ve been me… it should’ve…
The number you have called is no longer in service.
#actual sugar post#beetle writes#this is shit lol#don’t read this#tmc#the Mandela catalogue#Adam Murray#writing#original writing#Mandela catalogue#mandela catalyst#adam tmc#tmc adam#tmc adam murray#idk#whatever
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why are all my friends husbands the most attractive people
#I am going to hell#literally they’re all so lucky#like 🥺#is it the married part?#or because they love their wives part?#and I want that too?#i have problems#it’s ok#don’t read this#delete later#lmao#wine thoughts
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WHO THE FUCK GAVE THEM THE AUDACITY TO BOTH DIE AT THE END. YES I KNOW ITS LITERALLY CALLED ‘THEY BOTH DIE AT THE END’. DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FLYING RATS FUCKING ARSE!? AAAAAAHHHHH
#they both die at the end#how could they do this to me#feeling silly might kms#shitpost#they both deserved better#mateo#rufus#for the love of god#don’t read this#mother fucking#book#unless you are prepared for heartbreak
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The Verge of Exhaustion
So this is like. A knock off shitpost of me and my bestie in the edge of sleep cause I thought it would be funny.
It’s super rushed but like. I need to get out of writer’s block it’s so bad. It’s making me tweak. And art block.
It’s about 4:00 A.M.
Two people are vacationing in No Name key. One is doe faced. Brown hair cut a little shaggily. An insomniac. The other, a mainly green (with black and grey stripes) haired individual. A little more fox like. A narcoleptic.
Faith, the insomniac, couldn’t sleep. She sat in her hotel room, bored. Next door, Aesir, the narcoleptic, was sound asleep. Although he was suffering from a weird night terror, he appeared calm in bed. That was until Faith barged in and violently shook him awake.
“WAKE UP.” She yelled. He groaned in response and blinked a few times, before sitting up.
“What.” Aesir grumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“I’m bored, let’s go outside.” Faith said, grabbing Aesir and pulling him out of bed, not even giving him a chance to make a decision.
The two went down the elevator and in the lobby. It was oddly quiet. Bellhops were still checking a few people in. Other people were asleep in chairs in the lobby.
When they walked outside, it was still quiet. This key in specific didn’t get much attraction but it was too silent. There were cars pulled over with people asleep inside.
“That’s weird.” Faith commented as they walked.
“No reallyyyy.” Aesir retorted, snickering.
“I hope you get hit by a car.” Faith said, biting back a laugh.
“Uh huh ooookay.”
“Don’t uh huh me.”
Just then, a car came swerving down the road and straight into a telephone pole, crashing. The pair ran to the car, only to find the man peacefully asleep.
Aesir shook the guy a little and felt for a pulse. The man was dead, but he shouldn’t have been. There was only damage to the car, not to him.
“Bro something weird is going on.” Aesir spoke.
“Yeah. Weird.” Faith responded.
***
The two decided to wander down the streets, checking places out. Everywhere was the same. People were dead asleep. Literally.
“I think this means free McDonald’s.” Faith said as they began to walk back to the hotel.
“Yeah you’d love that.” Aesir said, holding back a laugh. Faith looked at him with a face that could only be one compared to an underwhelmed chef tasting unseasoned food.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Aesir whined and crossed his arms. Faith shook her head.
***
When they got back to the hotel, they grabbed their stuff and got to Aesir’s car. They jumped in the car and Aesir started to drive off.
“Sooo where are we going?” Faith asked.
“McDonald’s so you don’t eat the car, and then home so I can get some stuff to keep myself awake.” Aesir responded with a yawn.
“If you fall asleep I’ll kill you.”
“No the sleep will kill me, idiot.”
“Bitch.”
“Shhhhhh let me drive.”
The drive was a relatively quiet one. Faith hooked her phone up to the AUX. she then took it with her when Aesir pulled into a McDonald’s parking lot.
“Don’t take forever.” Aesir said, head lulling to the side.
“Yeah whatever.” Faith got out and closed the door. She walked into the building.
Aesir, while waiting, started to fall asleep. It only took a few minutes really. He was tired.
Faith was walking back to the car when she saw him, dead asleep. She opened the car and grabbed him, shaking him viciously. He wasn’t responsive. She then slapped him. He wasn’t responsive.
“WAKE UP THIS ISNT FUNNY.” She screamed. Finally Aesir jolted awake.
“Island.” He said and reversed out the parking spot.
“What.”
“Island. I had this wackass dream bro. We need to go to this island that’s like. Somewhere.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t just a schizo thing?”
“No like I was asleep, and then this like manta ray appeared and was like ”Go to island” and then porcelain doll came and attacked it and then I think I woke up.”
“You mean I woke you up.”
“Same thing.”
***
The two drove for about three hours. Crashed cars and bodies littered the streets.
“Do you think anyone’s alive?” Aesir asked, pulling into his driveway.
“Uhhhh maybe? I don’t know? Don’t ask me.” Faith responded, getting out the car once it was parked.
They walked into the small house.
“I’m gonna take a shower.” Aesir said and walked down a hallway, entering the bathroom. He came back out in 30 minutes with some fresh clothes and two pill bottles.
“You’re on meds now?” Faith raised an eyebrow. This man had been pretty adamant on working through things on his own, plus, not much got past her since they lived together.
“Oh these aren’t meds.” Aesir said and grabbed a bag from under the sink.
“So what are they?”
“Ummmm. Something.” He began to fill the bag with snacks from the pantry, and some other things from the fridge.
“Bitch, don’t play with me right now.” Faith leaned up on the counter.
“It’s…. Speed.” Aesir said and looked at Faith, who had a concerned and disapproving look.
“I thought you were over this problem.”
“I am. But now I need to stay awake so you know.” He shrugged and walked over to Faith.
“You better chuck those when we get to your made up island.” Faith demanded, as they walked back to the car.
“Yeah I will I will.” Aesir sighed, chucking the bag in the back and taking two pills. He backed out the driveway and drove off, heading to the dock.
The car ride was overly calm. Some small part of them were thankful for this weird apocalypse. No more Florida traffic.
Everything was going smooth until a man ran out into the road, and the car hit him.
“What the FUCK.” Faith screamed.
“I swear on my life I didn’t see him.” Aesir screeched to a halt and parked the car, getting out.
The two ran to the man, who was struggling to pull himself up from the road. Aesir slowly lent a hand, picking the guy up and letting him lean on him.
Faith was on the other side, helping the guy walk.
“I’m so sorry. Oh my god are you okay?” Faith asked the man, who seemed to be barely responsive. The man nodded a little, groaning and grumbling in response.
The two loaded the injured man in the car. They jumped back in the front and continued to drive.
“So what happens when we get to the dock?” Faith spoke up.
“I gotta steal a boat.” Aesir responded, glancing over at the injured man, who was grumbling in the back.
“Boy you can’t drive a boat.”
“I’ll figure it out, trust.”
“No! I don’t trust. You can barely drive. How are you gonna drive a boat?”
“YouTube tutorial.”
“We are gonna die.”
“Noooooo.”
Faith sighed. There was no point in stressing at this point. They were lucky they were alive.
***
When they arrived to the dock, they helped the injured man out the car. As Aesir was helping the man out, the man pulled a small concealed pocket knife and stabbed it into Aesir’s shoulder. He then kicked Faith back, screaming.
“You’ll never make it to the dock!” He yelled, a twisted look on his face.
“OW.” Aesir grabbed the small pocket knife and took it out his arm.
Faith got up from being doubled over.
“Aw hell nah, we helped a demon.” She said, looking over at Aesir. He looked like he was about to pounce on the guy. “Don’t do whatever you’re thinking about.”
“Go around and grab him.” Aesir whispered.
“No.” Faith whispered back sternly. The man began to approach.
“Quick cmon.” Aesir gestured at the man.
There was no chance to react when the man swung at Faith, nails clawing the skin of her cheek, drawing blood. Aesir tackled the man to the ground, both of them hitting the ground with a thud. Faith dropped down and helped to hold the man.
With closer inspection of the thrashing man’s face, his pupils were noticeably triangular shaped.
Aesir stabbed the man with the same pocket knife, right in the lung. He twisted the knife, the sick sound of blood bubbling and air escaping the wound could be heard.
“This is so insane.” Faith said, a frown and a look of disgust on her face.
“He swung first.” Aesir said and tossed the knife, far.
“Yeah okay whatever.” Faith said quickly, letting go of the man, who was now just gurgling on blood, due to the nature of his wound.
The two got up and and made their way to the dock. Aesir was leading, since he seemed to know which boat to take.
“That one.” Aesir said, pointing to a large cruise ship.
“You’re insane.” Faith groaned as they went towards the ship.
“Trust me.” Aesir smiled. As if his smile added any ease to the situation.
***
On the ship, it was quiet. Aesir and Faith were loaded up in the cockpit. They punched the coordinates in the navigation and sat back.
A few hours passed and the two started to talk again.
“I’m so BORED.” Aesir started up.
“Girl, me too.” Faith sighed and spun in the chair she was sat in.
“We should go explore.”
“What if there are more demons on the ship.”
“There aren’t. Trust meeee.”
“Okay well I’m bringing a weapon just in case.” Faith said and dug around in the snack bag, pulling out a hand gun.
“Where’d you get that?”
“Stole it off a dead officer.”
“Oh okay.”
The pair silently left the cockpit. A mixed playlist was playing over the speakers of the ship, since the lack of background noise was irritating the both of them.
No one was on the ship. The pool, the bar, even the bathrooms were empty. No signs of any life. It had both of them on edge.
They had come to the sleeping quarters, and were now walking down the hall.
“I told you, no demons.” Aesir had a triumphant smile on his face, until a door click was heard. Click after click, doors were unlocking, and people were trudging out their rooms.
“No demons my ass.” Faith huffed, loading her gun as the hallway started to crowd.
The two of them started to run, as both of them didn’t have much fighting experience and they also had limited ammo.
Soon, they go split, as the twisting stairwells between floors and the hallways turned into a maze. Both were trying to head back to the cockpit while avoiding swinging fists and gnashing teeth.
It wasn’t an easy task. Both of them were getting battered by these people, or whatever force was disguising themselves as people. They were bruised and battered. They were being pushed to exhaustion. All the running was wearing them out.
The pair reconnected in the cockpit, barricading the door.
Faith was holding up but Aesir looked exhausted again. The only thing keeping him awake was the aggressive banging on the door.
“Could you get the bag for me?” He asked. Faith nodded and got the bag. She pulled out a bottle of water and cracked it open, taking a sip. Aesir pulled out the pill bottle and took another two pills. After a bit, he was back up. “We need first aid bro.” He started to search the room.
“Just put some ice on it.”
“You right.”
***
More hours passed. The door was weak to the immense amount of people trying to get in on the other side.
Aesir had gone through dancing, then karaoke, then just staring out the window. Faith just watched as it happened.
Just then, Aesir started speaking again.
“Bro is that a plane?” He squinted, pointing out the window.
“I think it’s going down.” Faith followed the plane with her eyes.
“Nahhhh. Oh, wait, shit you right.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Maybe the pilot died.”
Just then, the door to the cockpit broke open. Zombified people started to crawl over each other, pushing through the barricade.
“I have an idea.” Aesir said, glancing back at the commotion. The plan they were watching had landed in the water. Aesir aimed the ship right towards it. “We’re gonna jump off.”
“What.”
“Trust me.”
Aesir grabbed Faith’s wrist, pulling her out the side window.
“Also just take your shoes off so you can swim easier.” He said, sliding his own shoes off.
“Do I have to?” Faith frowned, watching as her friend stripped down to his undergarments.
“If you wanna live.” Aesir jumped in the water. Faith soon followed suit, but fully dressed.
They both started to swim towards the island. A loud crash was heard in the distance as the ship collided with the downed plane. Then there was the sound of a smaller motor. Another boat.
Aesir and Faith were pulled onto the boat. That’s where they met three more people. Dave, Mateo, and Linda. Faith took one look at Linda, and then turned to Aesir, who was already staring at Dave and Mateo.
“I can’t do this.” Aesir whispered.
“You’ll be fine just be normal.” Faith whispered back.
“You look like hell.” Mateo commented, earning a glare from Linda.
“It’s not like we look any better.” Linda spoke up.
“Where are you coming from?” Dave asked, his voiced laced with exhaustion.
“Florida” Aesir responded.
“Figures.” Mateo mumbled, chuckling a little. Linda shot him another glare.
“We’re from Cali.” She spoke up and cleared her throat slightly.
“Oh shit, for real? We shoulda went to Cali sooner.” Aesir quickly responded with a smile.
“What?” Dave spoke.
“What?” Aesir responded, a big grin on his face.
“I’m sorry about him. He has issues.” Faith broke in to try and save the conversation. She had scooted closer to Linda.
“Man. You got issues too, don’t even start right now.” Aesir rolled his eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“You are not my mother.”
“I should be. You can’t do ANYTHING without me.”
“Whateverrrrrr.”
The boat was approaching the island, and the two groups had slowly become more aquatinted with each other. Dave had fallen asleep on the boat, but ended up waking up a bit later.
After passing a certain point, when it was announced it was safe to sleep, Aesir clocked out. Sprawled across Dave and Mateo, in the likeness of a dead dog. Completely asleep in a matter of minutes. Faith had allowed Linda to lull asleep on her shoulder, while she herself kinda drifted off to sleep. Mateo nodded off in Dave’s direction, and Dave was already back asleep.
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everyday i slip further and further away from jake and closer to sam and that tiktok is NOT HELPING
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Just binge read Don’t Read This and I would die for Little Buddy. I’m going to fight That in the parking lot
#rheamblings#don’t read this#webtoon#I love him so much#so glad we got to hug him#but also I want to fight That so much
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Have you ever read 'Don't Read This'? I think the main character is a lot like SmallFeather. Just wondering your take on the comic.
No but I just read it because of this ask
I think it is wonderful that is the most I’ve ever enjoyed a webtoon and it’s so SIMPLE BUT WORKS SO WELL
the author portrays a really interesting approach to traumatic experiences as well as the concept of existence and the paradoxes this character is exposed to
it reminds me of a comic I keep seeing on Pinterest where it states “my body is prepared for something my mind won’t let me remember”
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sorry everyone I can’t work on the archive today because A VAN FUCKING CRASHED INTO ME
(This is a joke because no one is expecting me to work on that. However the crash is not a joke. Um
Okay idk what im trying to say. My neck hurts
Also my car :( it was my friend :( it’s as old as my cousin and it’s the only car I’ve ever driven
If they can’t fix it I will SCREAM
FUCK EVERYONE WHO DRIVES IN NEW JERSEY I HOPE YOU ALL DIE IN THE MOST PAINFUL WAY POSSIBLE
I COULD NOT HAVE BEEN DRIVING MORE SAFELY WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU. WHY ARE YOU DRIVING 20 MPH OVER THE FUCKING TRAFFIC SPEED. Middle aged white men of course. I hope your business goes under and you have to sell everything and your family hates you and then you die from the most painful kind of snake venom and roaches eat your corpse
Alright
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In South Carolina for two weeks with my two soul pups. Life has been a bit of a shit show lately. Grateful my job lets me travel, and grateful for dog friendly airbnbs. I’d be a puddle on the floor if I didn’t have them with me. Don’t really know how I’m functioning but I’m glad it’s a sunny Saturday, had a nice trail walk with the girls this morning, now I can close all the blinds and take a nap and try to decompress after this past week.
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I don’t wanna be like this why am I like this
O hate this fucking feeling
I know that everyone doesn’t actually hate me
But it feels like they do
I didn’t even do anything but it still feels like I’m just annoying again
I hate it
I wish I didn’t feel like this
Maybe they do hate me and they’re all just too nice to tell me to go away
It’s a terrible assumption to make about folks
But god it really feels like that’s what it is
Maybe I’m paranoid and overthinking
Maybe I’ve been awake for too long
The blahaj isn’t bringing me comfort
Maybe it’s time for bed
I hope people don’t hate me
I try really hard to be kind
Maybe I need to increase my meds
#tw vent#minors dni#don’t read this#I’m just posting it bc it makes me feel better#depression rambling ig
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— Viserion, the sweetest
ao3: i tell you how i almost die (while you’re bringing me back to life)
The thing is... Daenerys still doesn't know how the Night's King got over the wall and Daemon refuses to tell her, at least for the moment. She must know, Kinvara warns him, The Queen must be prepared.
But he does not know how to do it, even though he understands that time is not in his favor, he cannot find the words to tell the woman who brought to life the dragon she could have loved most, the sweetest of her children, is now a puppet of the Great Other and that she must face him to bring the dawn or they will die under the coldness of its fire.
When he saw her in her tent thought he could do it, in his hands was the dragon egg that Vermax nested centuries ago, a son for a son, he mentioned but to his mind comes the memory of the pain his beloved Rhaenyra suffered, in the way her face distorted in horror when she heard about Lucerys, in the numbness that ran through her as she held the small lifeless body of their Visenya. He also sees Laena, his adored Laena who preferred to die next to their baby. Even he remembers Rhaenys, whom he considered one of the strongest women he knew in his life but who was never the same after losing her only two children.
The words linger in his mouth, dying as soon as he thinks it, by her hand he was born and by her hand he was to die, the priestess of Volantis told him moons ago.
It is a mother's destiny to give life to her children, to see them grow and prosper, not to bury them.
They are not only her dragons, their bond goes beyond a rider and their mount, they are her children.
Children she brought to life, children she fed from her breast, children she bled and suffered for.
So he can't do it, he can't bring that pain back, the pain he knows so well, he can't tell her that it will be Viserion who will bring the long night, he would rather jump once more on Caraxes in Gods Eye than tell Daenerys the truth.
#daenerys targaryen#daemon targaryen#2dae#house of the dragon#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#i tell you how i almost die (while you’re bringing me back to life)#headcanon#please if you don’t like this#don’t read this#be kind
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My contribution to the OSP fandom:
Harry Potter Lovecraft
Hanky Panky Lovecraft
Horse Pariah Lovecraft
Hamburger Pelper Lovecraft
Heinous Pain Lovecraft
Ho Peless Lovecraft
Hack Programming Lovecraft
#don’t read this#osp#overly sarcastic productions#hates progress Lovecraft is an all-timer#i can only aspire to it’s grandeur#hanky panky Lovecraft is my personal favorite
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CW: sexual trauma, dissociation, DID stuff
Super fun having an alter that apparently has all of the trauma packed into one person who CANNOT TALK. Really conducive to understand anything about myself.
Hey, why do I have abject terror after certain sexual scenarios? Couldn’t tell you as my body has unfortunately been taken over by a mute child.
I love you Constance, I do, you’re not bad or wrong, you’re a good kid trying your best, but I do very much wish you could tell me anything at all about why this keeps happening.
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God I’m such a failure of a friend and just person in general like I’m sitting in bed crying bc everything’s so shitty and I’m just shit and I get a text with someone saying they love me and I don’t want them to feel like their love is just not enough or anything but I know that they don’t like there’s nothing to love you shouldn’t love me I’m literally nothing and I’m so sorry I’m texting another friend and I just want to keep smiling with them but I feel like such a shit person all the time they don’t deserve this they deserve better friends and I’m definitely not that person I want to disappear and for them to completely forget me it’ll be so easy I don’t want to burst into tears when someone asks me how I’m doing I don’t want to feel like a burden or loser weirdo that should never talk again while texting I hate feeling cringey and unloveable but I don’t know what to do I hate everything it’s so unfair I just wish I didn’t exist
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Hello tumblr. I did it. -unleashes the horrors upon you-
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