me: oh my god please let me concentrate for once
my shit brain: Ra Ra Rasputin. Russia’s Greatest Love Machine.
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- Me: you know what I Wanna do?
- My mind: die?
- Me: no besides that
me typing
- yikes
- random capitals for Emphasis
- double,, comma
- ™
- unnecessary… elipses
- ing but spelled ign
- switching to all caps in the midDLE OF A WORD
- !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- ‘you’ and ‘u’ in the same sentence
- five (5)
- y’all
- lol
- grammar is either horrible or perfect flip a coin
- no periods at the end
- :’’’’’’))))))))))))
I want someone to really want me. Make a big deal about me, tell me I’m on your mind way too fucking much but you kinda like it. Make it completely obvious that I’m the person you want. Tell me you can’t wait to see me; show me how you feel so I can feel it too.
Make me feel something I’ve never felt before. Tell your friends about me & I’ll tell them about how you make butterflies swam my stomach. Want me as much as I want you.
- me: look at that dog!
- me: look at the moon!
- me: look at that cloud!
- me: look at the sunset!
- me: look at that tree!
- me: look at those flowers!
- me: look at that leaf!
me: yeah im really tough
me: [gets scared by text notifications when they’re too loud]
me: [easily startled when people tap me on the shoulder]
me: [cries under any sort of pressure ever]
me: [cries when anyone raises their voice higher than their average volume]
me: so tough
security called me at work today and told me they saw me outside chasing a frog around on the security cameras. i wasnt in trouble they just wanted to let me know they saw me. i didn’t catch him.
- me: [doesnt get attention for fifteen seconds]
- me: [drapes self over the lounge] it is fine. i am Okay. i suppose it is simply my destiny to die alone. Abandoned. Without a soul in the world to care for me. [delicately wipes a glistening tear from my eye] i'm not bothered. i Understand why you all Hate Me and wish me dead. after all, maybe it is all for the best....... [i stare forlornly into the middle distance, allowing my limbs to go slack as i lie back and wait to wither away, ignored forever]
