Me: Ok Brain. We Need To Be Moving On. We Can’t Keep Hyper Fixating On Someone Not Interested In Us

Broken Hearts Club

Truthfully.. I dont feel love for you in my heart anymore. Not in the same way. It makes me so sad. I mourn the death of my happiness. I buried it alive and smothered it to death in graveyard dirt. But... I dont want to love you anymore. You were too much of a pain to my soul. It wasn’t meant to be. I was merely clinging to fallout. You were my whole world, but the planet that was us is gone and now im floating aimlessly through space without a meaning to my life anymore. Maybe I will find a new planet.... maybe I’ll be hit by a comet. We’ll just have to see I guess.

You’ll be fine, you h o n e y c o m b~

Who could ever hurt you? Who could be so

c o l d ?

You’ll be fine, oh h o n e y p i e~

Who could ever hurt you? Who could be so

u n k i n d ?

To the next random entitled guy who decides that after just meeting me, sending me an unwanted disgusting cock picture is a good way to get my attention after being busy for a couple hours;

 I will cut that pathetic wad of diseased flesh off your body, smash it with a meat hammer until its perfect to roll into a pointed shape, freeze it until its actually hard in a useful way, not to mention sharp, preceed to then cut you flesh deep groin to sternum, stab it deep into your trachea, and while watching you gurgle and drown in your own blood will i lean close enough to whisper in your ear “ Is this enough attention for you sweetheart?” 

Because if you honestly think that any of those actions you do are excusable, quirky, or even charming, you are gravely mistaken; and you should drown on your own blood if you think that sexually harassing anyone with the sight of your disgusting little hob nob attention-entitled narcissistic prick is the way to keep a conversation going. 

You make me sick and I despise you and everyone like you.