But we couldn’t do this to ourselves if it was never worth it, never worth it… (I don’t know how not to fuck this up again)


Music/title: Don’t Fuck This Up; Andrew Applepie
_ _

 

“I swear I’m not trying to fuck you up.”

. .

 

I saw myself in her;
A former self-

A truly dedicated slave.

Surely she’s still alive in there.

 

The older I get, the further away it becomes.
A more distant dream.
One I used to have, to want daily..

Where did it go?
Who have I become?

It’s okay if I like the changes, right?

 

Right.

.

[ You know you could always ask him.
He knows more about you than you think.

..Don’t forget how this all began. ]

 

/ / /

 

Good Mythical Morning.

::smiles::
 

Our house is falling over- Don’t drown me, I’m underwater. Let’s call this whole thing over… (Why are you here?)


Music/title: Just a Like Song; Al Bairre
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“Upside down,
Inside out..
(Anywhere you wanna be)”

. . … .

 

[ But I’m not qualified for anything. ]

“You’re always saying that.”

[ What am I qualified for then? ]

“….”


 

Decisions.
Change.
Good or bad.
Right or wrong.

I hate choice.
I want to be told what to do-
I want subservience;
To be a slave.

– –
 

But, darling… You wear the mask so well.

/ / /

 

Disbanded treats.
Thank you, Al Bairre. <3