Anonymous asked: You're kind of pathetic.
I’ll fight off the spring. I don’t want lovely things. I don’t want the earth new.
I’m so emotionally and physically drained.
I feel sick when you look at me. Not the repressed romantic, love-at-first sight, rah-cheer type of sick. It’s more of the “get the fuck away from me, you demented piece of shit” kind of sick. This might be a hard concept for you to grasp. Why do you put yourself into my life if you have no intention of staying there? I am not obsessed with you. I am afraid of you, and I want you...
proseposeur: Not this shit again. God dammit. If it’s not one damn thing, it’s another.