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"im over him"
being over him in question: constantly checking his socials, waiting by my phone for him to text me, wondering when he'll respond, making a playlist about how he hurt me, making a sad pinterest board about missing him and how i felt like i was never enough
A Letter to my unrequited love - II
{Confessions of a scorpio moon}
You'd dump your trauma on me and I'd take it all happily, thinking it'd help you feel better, lighter. I thought you deserved to feel the happiest. And I'd easily swap your pain with the rare moments of joy I managed to feel. I stayed up at nights listening to you vent about your failed relationships, madly in love with you, shattering silently on the floor of my bedroom, ignoring my pain and paying heed to yours. You always came first, right? You were so dreamy, how could anyone ever hurt you? It felt absolutely cruel. I wanted to nurse your wounds and it was honestly too late when I realized that I was burning myself all throughout to warm you up. I didn't stop though. Why would I? You were someone I'd never want to lose. You made me feel wanted for a short amount of time. Your scraps of love and attention made me feel like a queen. I felt so loved. It touched my heart. No one ever expressed that kind of love to me before. I didn't even love myself half as much as I loved you. I was trained to be a giver, to cater to everyone else's needs and the same pattern unfolded here. You kept depleting me of the little love I had and I didn't mind it. We both would pour our love into you and I'd watch you bloom. You'd give your love to everyone except me. I wanted to claim a piece of your love. Your time. Your attention. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to go deep into your psyche to understand and explore every bit of you. Everything you did made me fall for you harder and harder. It seemed to me like you enjoyed hurting me. Making me wait. Watching me get jealous. Triggering my childhood wounds. You'd feel cocky and arrogant knowing I was so desperate to talk to you. I'd sacrifice my self-respect and initiate a conversation all the time. You'd play it cool. You were cool. But you were cold. And distant too. You often called me names, insulted me and made me feel like trash. You didn't hesitate to walk all over me or use me like your punchbag. You took your anger out on me and I took the abuse not knowing how to pull myself out of the mess I got into.
I have spent sleepless nights trying to figure out why I wasn't enough. I questioned my worth several times. I never felt like I could match up to you. I could never meet you up there. The more I loved you, the more I began to hate myself. I didn't love myself even half as much as I loved you. It didn't make sense to me. But I didn't care. Until you broke my heart. Brutally. You stabbed my back with a smile on your face. Damn, your smile. It melted my broken heart. I couldn't bring myself to hate you. But I had to. I had to do something about it. I had nothing left. I felt hopeless and powerless. It was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Had it been a little sooner, I wouldn't have to move mountains to heal myself. Maybe it'd come easy.
Thank you for being the braver one among the two of us. One of us had to do it. One of us had to break my heart. Thankyou for leaving me broken. I've built it stronger this time. Don't bother knocking on the door. You're not welcome.
-R
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The one thing you can’t take from me is the fact that I don’t care about you anymore. I’ll dissociate my life away. I’m apathetic. I’ll say it over and over until it comes true.
I refuse to miss you. I refuse to feel bad about this. I refuse to want you back. I refuse to shed a single fucking tear for you. You make me want to die, but I won’t give you the satisfaction of making me spill a fucking drop of blood for you. I’ll live. Out of spite.
So what if I die alone? Everyone dies alone, if you really think about it. I’ve already accepted the fact that I’m inevitably going to die. I accepted that reality when I was just a kid. We all die alone. Maybe it’s better that way.
If you know the context behind this, fuck off. I’m done. Good luck finding someone who puts up with your bullshit. Treat me like shit when you’re off your meds, make me genuinely concerned for the safety of both of us. I can’t take this shit. Sure, I did everything wrong, too, but at least I don’t take it out on other people.
Today has been so long. My ankles are swollen, I can't hear hardly anything, and I'm physically exhausted. Tomorrow better not be more of the same. Lol
@rca i get that you want to spend as little time and money on zayn as possible but releasing zayn's song midday on a Wednesday on conveniently the same day as a rare paper interview with him is published just takes the cake. i mean honestly, you couldn't give us the song at midnight at least??
sorry in advance for going off in your inbox you dont have to answer this if you dont want but LITERALLYYYYYY. LICHERALLY!!!! its one thing when the subject of r/pe is included in fiction- it can be handled well. but its a completely other, absolutely fucked up and inexcusable thing to write graphic r/pe fic for the purpose of causing yourself or other people arousal. because that's what your doing? you didn't write your pwp non-con oneshot to seriously explore the topic, you wrote it because you think its hot. that's disgusting, its making a fetish, making porn out of a very real, very horrific thing that very real people go through. especially when its x reader fic where the reader is r/ped? like bro if youre fantasizing about getting r/ped uhhhhh get help 😳 like actually seriously sorry for ~kinkshaming~ or whatever but get help
don’t worry abt it you’re good. but yeah there are times it can be written about in an appropriate manner and not in a way to fuel people’s sick fantasies. it’s absolutely unacceptable to write about it in such way. i do mean to kink shame i’m not gonna lie. it’s disrespectful and disgusting. like it is low key glorifying it, the way tumblr & ao3 writers write it. i’m just so tired of grown people defending it with their fucking life. riddler or not riddler idgaf about who you write about, writing non-con/r*pe fics from a request or to fuel your sick fantasies is disgusting and inexcusable.
As much as I love concepts of Jonathan Sims with a moustache. Really, I do. Please stop making content of him with a moustache beyond just fanart. Everytime I read a comic or fanfic with it I can only read it in a Mario voice and it’s like my own personal fear domain where everyone sounds like bloody Mario. Please.