I'm Homesick For Arms That Don't Even Want To Hold Me.

pick your poison (version of me):

— fuzzy-brained, whorish puppy

— self-hating, disgusting mutt

— your loyal, possessive dog.

I can’t let him see how ugly I get

If you saw how much you might be a little more concerned than flattered, but i can’t complain.

And yay! I love it when my obsessions acknowledge me tehe

-🌀

who said i wouldn’t be even more flattered?

i love making you feel special, its how you make me feel! you have a tag on my blog now not that you are aware of interacting with me off anon hehehe -⛓

i’m still so unsure on who exactly you are.

i have my own tag? how interesting.

Doesn't matter how much effort I put in, right? It's hard to love me.

how do i care about someone without my entire existence revolving around them or is that just my default setting forever

you act like i don't know these things about you, grant. as for my mood shift, maybe i lighten up seeing you try to defend yourself.

what's got you in a mood?

– ✘

i’m in no such mood.

and i apologize for assuming. that was quite silly of me, considering how long we’ve been friends!

am i a recurring thought to anyone

idek, some sort of vent.

god, i wonder what i look like in your mind. it surely won’t match up to me, right?

this body is not me. and i hate looking in the mirror and seeing that.

i don’t have a fucking cunt, of all things. i don’t have tits. i don’t have sinewy arms and soft hands.

the person in the mirror is not me.

will you still like me, even if i don’t match up to your expectations?

don’t you know that I’M the only one who can satisfy you in this way? the only one who could quench that deep, growing need to take control? the only one you let close, the only one you let lie in your bed at night?

i’m the only one.