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hola me recuerdan? (ojala no)

volvi a publicar el onlyfans,,,, solo q lo voy a re-escribir chikos

por culpa de mi hija tuve q mandar a borradores el estaquino onlyfans AJAJAJAJ

pene

Ahora si volveré a subir todas las historias de una vez, necesito una distracción antes de que me agarre un ataque y termine en el hospital otra veZ

Y así es como me doy cuenta que nunca fui suficiente para el, nada fue suficiente aunque me estuviera muriendo en una camilla de hospital todo siempre era una mentira o excusa 
          
          Mientras me moria llendo a citas con psicologos y  con psiquiatras para mejorar el nunca lo vio 
          
          Piensa que no me duele acaso? No me duele todo lo que comparte? Y yo sigo  como wbna defendiéndolo de mis amigos que ya quiere  que lo bloquee
          
          Y ya me cansé de que no me diga la cosas a la cara pero a los demás si, me iré de su vida para que al fin sea feliz porque me esta matando lentamente y me siento miserable  con todo esto 
          
          Porfavor no me vuelvas a buscar, porque te amo, o  bueno te amaba ahora mismo ya no se que pensar ni sentir, no intentes buscarme ya no responderé

Es increíble como puede afectar alquien en mi salud y Estado mental 

Cuál novio? /Heart morado
          
          (Supera o t quedas sin plata como t dijo la gata)

Obligue a mi amiguito a jugar bad things y se encariño con Iván y va en el cao 10 JAJAAJJ 
          
          Pobrecito 

Dear Ivan, I will be releasing these games, along with evidence of your abuse, at midnight. Before then, however, I'd like to speak to you directly... 7 years ago, I published my first game, I Hated it.
          
          I thought the mere fact that I tried was something to be ashamed of. 
          The games that followed I had similar feelings about. Each one, in my mind was a blemish on the soon-to-blossom career I felt entitled to. 
          The next one was always the one that'd make this awful hobby into a job. It had to be.
          I needed to give myself a reason, to justify why I'm still here. 
          
          I found no justification through games, of course. 
          
          I found it through you. 
          
          You admired me in a way I never had. 
          You were stupid enough to think I brought value to the world, and I was stupid enough to believe you. For the first time, I was something to be proud of. Not just of my games, but of me. Myself. 
          
          You know what happened next. 
          You caused it, after all. But now, I've escaped, And now, I'm different. It's not... Self-hatred anymore. It's apathy. 
          
          Apathy, and a little piece of you in the back of my mind. Like a axe mounted on the wall. Apathy to myself, and a tremendous, crushing hatred for you. 
          
          I'm trying not to cry now. Or I've been trying this whole time, but I dont know I don't care and I hope you know that I hope you know that because I to hit you in whatever is left of your soul and I want it to tear you apart. 
          
          because I love you or, I loved before but now I hate you
          
          I hate you like bloody knuckles and I hate you like an axe hanging over my head and I hate you like you're still my friend and I'm glad your dad never knew the person he raised and when you finally listen, I still won't come back don't try to find me.
          
           -Andrew