I got too fucking attached to this fucking character and now the fucking Manga gods decided to fuck with him and his life is in fucking shambles and breaking into tiny fucking pieces right before his and my fucking eyes and half the Fandom fucking hates him and it frustrates me to no fucking end and I need a fanfic to heal him right fucking now without being ship centered with the person who fucking destroyed him or y/n because he needs to fucking heal on his fucking own and I will not fucking accept that "Yeah his entire life fell apart but he's in love so it's ok" bullshit.
I'm also in love with his dad who has not shown in the Manga and is a horrible person because a fanfic made him hot and gave him redemption.
Fuck
Fuck-ety fuck fuck
i died for a bit now im back at full throttle, hyperfixating on 5+ different fandoms at once with Pokémon officially taking front seat while One Piece rides shotgun
but yeah, im back bitches
I can't stop laughin- It hurts
your ocs are so shaped
Aren't we all
"Trauma builds character!"
IT SEEMS TO HAVE MADE ME WORSE??#&$&
Sometimes I still think of my ex. Not my recent one tho he was an asshole but of the guy I broke things off with bc I was getting nervous about being intimate with another person and asking him to wait until we can meet each other in person. I didn't know how long he would have to wait and I thought it was too much to ask. I wish him well but at the same time I wonder if he ever thinks about me as I think about him. I want him to miss me but I am too cowardly to text him after all It's been months and he must have moved on. I know he still looks at my posts online but I doubt he does it on purpose and is just clicking through feeds.
Vent poem
TW: intrusive thoughts, bad thoughts, kinda gory, suicide, oh also it sucks
i want to tear my skin off
maybe then i’ll like myself
it’s uncomfortable
it’s irritating
it’s torture
i hate it
i want to rip my heart out
maybe then i won’t feel like this
every
other
night
it hurts
i hate it
i want to bash my brain in
maybe then the thoughts will stop
it’s annoying
it’s terrifying
it’s too loud
i hate it
i want to die
maybe then i’ll like myself
maybe then i won’t feel this way
maybe then it’ll be quiet
maybe then..
i’ll love it