𝖉𝖗𝖚𝖌𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖘

bp is dropping again. yay. 
          -dev

It’s midnight, the weight of the world presses against my chest, leaving me gasping for air. The darkness isn’t just around me- it consumes me, creeping into every corner of my mind. I feel stranded, isolated, as if the world has forgotten I exist. I look inward, and all I find is resentment- toward myself, my choices, my existence. I’ve never been anyone’s first thought, only the afterthought, the backup plan. And in this silence, I wonder if I’ll ever be more than a shadow in someone else’s story.

Why do you love protective men?
          
          cause of books like this..
          
          “ I'll walk you to your car. ’’ I waved him off as I stood upright again."That won't be necessary. " 
          
          "I apologize if that came out like a question” he said, and the way he was looking at me, I knew better than to argue.

A blade hums softly, its coldness a cruel comfort, tracing the lines of my body like forgotten stories no one asked to hear. Blood rises, not with a cry, but quietly, as if it knows how to be both the wound and the silence that follows. It holds things, things that don’t belong to the world- secrets too sharp to speak, too heavy to carry. The pain doesn’t shout; it settles deep, a weight that’s become so familiar I mistake it for part of me. It hides behind my eyes, beneath the surface, in the places no one can see or touch. And somewhere in that hidden place, a word lingers- whore. It wraps around me like a chain, tightening, suffocating. 
          
          I look in the mirror and see a fractured face, pieces of me scattered and dull, each reflection more distorted than the last. I bleed in silence, though the tears don’t fall. I scream inside, but the world hears nothing.

Nooo de you know you have me to talk to I won’t let you go through anything alone-Val 

@nahdick- especially him

@nahdick- he's to gay for me an annoying as hell

@nahdick- my brother

@nahdick- how to commit murder, how about you

@nahdick- hey