Finn

i write more updates than chapters lolol
          
          anyways. uh, hi? yeah, I’m desperate for author friends, I miss having that :(

happy one year. :)

Update? 
          
          umm hi. no worries, I am actively working on my fics still, it’s just… taking a while. I am working hard on myself as well and it’s just…
          
          I suppose I am learning more and more about me and myself in that time. God, I miss having a best friend. But maybe… ah, forget it. Anyways, if anyone likes the same shit as me, contact me please? I need friends who are into my stuff oof. anyways, might delete later.

cleaning up this account feels therapeutic :3

it's been a year. 
          
          a year since i found my ultimate comfort character. a year since i lost my best friend. a year since i learned something about myself that suddenly explained everything. 
          
          such a frustrating but very rewarding year. 
          
          so hey, i'm back :)

i just want to talk about borderlands, man. no one’s interested. and I get that, i truly do. i have weird, niche interests. but it’s so lonely. especially when you feel like your presence alone is an annoyance.

ruined a perfectly good thing because simply never learned how to deal with my own emotions properly
          
          and yet everyone around me is agreeing with me, saying i did good. i am confused.

this makes me feel like a weak man who thinks that he is strong 
          must i play the chauvanist to be the man you want?

i write so many words and yet you won’t leave my mind. leave me to suffer in silence. I want to rid myself of this pain. but i can’t because there was something. now it’s become my personal torture.

look at this trouble that you caused here
          for the ones that you used to hold dear
          look at all these people that you hurt
          see the way their hearts burn
          
          and they don’t know who you are
          though they ran very far
          to get away from you
          
          and we thought we knew who we were
          and then we got our fingers burned
          just to keep up with you
          
          c’mon man, you’re dead
          and you don’t know it yet
          and you don’t know it yet