i wrote once in my journal that the last people I'll ever love my whole life (i was 15 something) was my family. i said that not as a romantic confession but as a surrender to this cycle of building resentment and being guilty for the resentment then forgiving them for the slightest gesture of kindness. i thought love was sht, a curse. the consciousness of that scared all the love in me, the familial hold was impossible to shake off so i just decided I'll never start anything.
i totally get it, it was confusing and it was hell.
tbh, he's too cute and hot to be suffering. it feels like a violation of the natural balance of life for him to be treated so unfairly by the world. actually, he should be paid just by existing.
now i am not implying that ugly people deserves to struggle
in all honesty i dont think ugly people exist
or maybe that's just the pansexual in me
or like, im just really a horny person. anw u get my point.
interesting monologuing
I get u
What
the art looks so gorgeous i could cu—
No no finish what you were going to say.
how he went INSANE without him is scratching a very specific itch i have never thought existed before *evil laugh* the longing the loss the grief the heartbreak it hurts so good
man if u wont kill them at least have the courage to die, I'd rather be feasted on by worms than by men
i was wondering why the author kept going and looks like she was boiling some nasty ass soup in the pan (unpopular opinion: i kinda like it cos hwayoung looks so pretty crying)
enough already i know how it'll end now let's skip to the good part i beg