Vceria
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄
Freak is what they call you when you care in the wrong way.
And no matter how many times I hear it, it burns.
Leaves a little blister behind every time.
Makes my spine tighten.
Makes my hands twitch.
I imagine wrapping those twitching hands around the neck of whoever said it-just gently, at first. Then tighter. Watch the red bloom across their face. Watch the panic set in. Watch them fall still.
But I don't. I never do. See? I have control. Most of the time.
I won't lie. I am obsessive. Unapologetically so. But obsession is not a crime, not until you act on it.
People don't understand that. They preach tolerance like it's religion, but turn around and call you names when you don't fit their mold. Normal is the gold standard. And if you're anything less than that? God help you.
The world is a goddamn hypocrite.