holy fuck i'M realizing. how cringe i am. BAHAHAHA. i wrote like., an epitaph. i'M just gonna. type it out. and you guys can make fun of me, or something. i don'T know. here we go. at our best times, we pushed each other. i remember when you used to do nothing but kick my ass. over and over. but you always told me to get the fuck up and keep trying. that iwas pathetic each time i gave up, bloody-nosed and bruised. and then, one time, i managed to get the upper hand. drove my weapon into your stomach - off of two fingers of mindhoney. i could hardly believe it. i’D never seen you take a knee before. “not bad, phuntr. looks like you’re not a total loser”, you’d said. before you kissed me. at our worst, we fought. we fought and we fought, and it was nothing like before. i felt that feeling, deep, deep in my fucking pusher. a rage unlike any fucking other.even though it was a terrible, horrible, shitty feeling, even now it makes me feel odd. not upset. just… glad that i could feel something like that. something so fucking full.i don’T think I could even come close to making you break a sweat today. sorry. and, thank you #phuntrsawesomequest #substance
this isn'T an inditement orf you. but everyone says. we'RE here to talk. ok? so what? i'LL make you feel shitty specifically? adn then what? i'LL still feel shit too? no thanks. really.
Well, We Don't Have To Talk. If There Is Anything You Think Is Too " Cringe " To Post On Here, And You Feel Uncomfortable Telling Anyone For Fear Of Their Reaction, You Can Message It To Me And I Will Pretend Not To See It For You. :> I Won't Even Reply.
oh don'T you worry. i'M going to BARE IT ALL on here brother. we are on the sad express. getting off at every stop on the way to shitsville. and i am the fucking conductor. i dot'N know why. if i want to look like a piece of shit to everyone. or if i want some kind of comfort. which i don'T dservve.
But You Do Deserve Comfort, Just As Much As Any Other Troll Who Might Be Going Through A Difficult Time. You Are Just A Troll Like Anyone Else At The End Of The Day, " Chat ". We Are Social Creatures Who Need Community.
we are creatures who kill our own for beign different. we are bloodthirsty, mean, evil psirited things. and no offence. but who are you to tell me that i deserve confort? you don'T even know what i'VE done
Everyone Has Done Something Awful, Or Something They're Ashamed Of, Because That Is The Nature Of Living On Our Unforgiving Planet. Bloodthirsty, Mean, And Evil Spirited Is Not What You Are, Even If Some Actions You've Taken Could Be Described As Such. You Are Still You Under All Of That Temporary Unpleasantness.
no. i'M not.
You Are, Phunter. It Is Okay To Reach Out For Comfort Because You Are Still / You /, And / You / Are Deserving Of It.
your flagrant optimism? it'S starting to piss me off. you don'T fucking know me dude.