C. Dilemma

I'm cooking up something this year
          
          We'll see how it works out

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          Wtffffff

i haven't been on here in forever, i hope you're doing well

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @Royal_Destruction
          
          YOU THOUGHT I'D FORGET LOL NEVAAAA

GRADUATED 

This is for my writing career
          
          https://discord.com/invite/T6BuuCWR2q
          
          I don't care if it won't go anywhere. This is here if it does❤

First
          
          @AmariDaMeep
          
          Then
          
          @WRATHRoSE
          
          Then
          
          @AIASTHETIC
          
          Then
          
          @TORNTASTIC
          
          Then
          
          @stimulationnn
          
          Then
          
          @redhyacinthbuds
          
          Then
          
          @boneflowernshroom
          
          Now
          
          @PeaceAriZonaTea
          
          

Okay I know at the beginning of 2023 I said I had my fists up, but I'm tired, cease fire?

Every day I sit here and question.
          
          She comes into the room, and instead of my world lighting up the way it used to, I almost dread the way she beams at me, waiting for me to return the half smile she'd cracked out of me.
          
          It was almost routine in my brain. She'd come home and actively search for me, giving me a blinding smile, asking me how my days were, and pushing for more even when all I could tell her was "I went outside today." She always wanted more of me. I could see it in her eyes, the mild disappointment when I couldn't achieve things beyond necessity, though she'd only smile and say how proud she was. I wanted to be better for her, at first. Now, I missed the days when I only accounted for myself.
          
          I love her, though, and that's the sad part. 
          
          I love her.
          
          But, she was everything I was not, everything I now knew I couldn't be. Why did I still try then?
          
          Because I love her. 
          
          I wish I didn't...it would make this all much easier. It's easy to detach if you're not leaving anything behind, but I am. I'm leaving the person she molded and made me. Though I don't like him, it hurts to leave that. Because she made it. She made it for me.
          
          That hurts me. She made him for me, so I would change, so she could fix me. I thought I needed fixing, I thought it would help, but it's worse than before I even met her. 
          
          Every day. I sit here, and I question. Should I leave?

First @AmariDaMeep
          
          Then @WRATHRoSE
          
          Then @AIASTHETIC
          
          Then @TORNTASTIC
          
          Then @stimulationnn
          
          Then @redhyacinthbuds
          
          Now @boneflowernshroom