What do you mean videogames aren't a profession

What do you mean videogames aren't a profession

Simang / 25 / M / Always.

Remember how you said you’d love me, even if i was completely covered in cuts? How you wanted to kiss every scar and hold me and tell me it was going to be okay? On how you would never hurt me like that?

…why. Why why why why

why?

I am bleeding. I don’t have it in me anymore to try and stop myself. you lied to me.

No one’s here. It’s just me. I feel so warm in the embrace of it streaming down my body. It reminds me of your presence.

Just… one more time… I want to dissapear with the last thoughts being of love and happiness. I want to feel that warmth one last time.

I hope I can see you again in another life. I love you. Always.

Don’t you ever forget. Do not ever, forget how you left, while I waited.

When you promised me to wait. When you promised to never let go of me. When you told me that you loved me too. When you promised that we would both get through this.

That I deserved to at least, be given closure. To at the fucking least. Allowed to be able to still be in touch. I will never be able to forgive how fucking less than human I was treated by this situation.

I’ll never be able to forgive either of you; especially in how you didn’t stand up for me. You gave up on me. In how in compliance to the demmands, you let me go. You. Made that decision.

I gave you everything. I completely crumbled everything for your safety. And you left. You took it all, and fucking left.

I’m so angry. I’m so dissapointed in myself.

Never for loving you. But for being foolish in thinking you could love me back, when I was just an option.

I still hope you can get out. I still hope you can get into a situation of happiness and deserving of good things. Because I gave you all of mine.

I trusted you.

I loved you.

I promised.

You promised.

Look at this now.

I don’t fucking deserve this. I didn’t deserve any of this.

I don’t understand.

Why? I’m so haunted by you now. In every action and in every step. In what used to make me smile and feel loved, now just mocks me.

I feel so empty, in the places you would occupy. How? Why?

I don’t think I’ll ever understand.

I don’t know where to go from here. I’m so lost.

I feel so used. So taken advantage of. Tossed to the side.

totalspiffage Originally from beetlegarden

beetlegarden:

hmmmmm…. perhaps apathy is boring……. & perhaps passion is cool………. being excited about things is endearing……..having interests makes one more interesting…….perhaps mocking and finding flaw in everything makes one’s world less saturated and enjoyable……..hmmm……..just been thinkin about it….