

ero ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖
@sakuranBaby
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ i know that i am haunted to be wanted
i keep looking at those photos and telling myself. this is how he should be remembered. a screaming wreck beneath me. skin slipping, rotting from his filthy bones. nothing but a fucking skull. i can make a memory. i can make myself do it. i don't have time for this. i have better things to focus on. #gore
it is so stupid to be this stressed out. i want him to look at me and realize that a photo doesn't compare. tch.
... oh my fucking god, he is going to see me. like this. that irritating, presumptuous, condescending asshole is going to see me like this i need to take a 12 hour shower and uuuuugh
i'm getting out i'm getting out i'm getting out i'm getting out i'm getting out dunno what happens then but oh my god
don't tear it away from me i need you to hold on to don't tear it away from me i need someone to hold on to #lyricposting
i don't know if i am real without you what is left of me without you i don't know what's real without you how can i exist without you? #lyricposting
if i'm careful enough it feels almost the same. sometimes these hands are a blessing. it feels good because it feels so bad. he would have known what to do.
i want to be punished, i think.
it's fine. i can't always have what i want. i should know that already, but somehow it still aches. i want to do something bad. but i have to get better. i'm useless like this.
it was stupid anyway. and it might not have even been real in the first place. i don't know. i think i would have liked to find out, but of course his feelings come first. that's way more important than some grub crush.
he told me to be good and i hate itttt. how annoying, because i -need- to be good. but i wanna be bad, just because he said it...!!!
どうって事ないさ 大丈夫きっと #lyricposting
i'm very tired of setbacks. it feels like each time i make a move, something in the universe just shifts so that i slide backward. not all the way, in some cases, but just enough to be frustrating. it's hard to be positive about it. but i keep trying, i guess.
i wonder if he likes my voice. magnum said it was pretty sometimes, but that it got irritating when i got too excited. ... no, he said it was 'fucking grating', and that hurt. i never liked to hear him say anything bad, and i really took it to heart. i tried so hard to be calm for him, not just because of my voice but because he needed that. i wonder, sometimes. but then i feel sick, to think ill of the dead. it's better to have a happy memory.
hit me and tell me you're mine i don't know why but i like it scary? my god, you're divine #lyricposting

