rapesick 𝜗𝜚

You’re not supposed to relate to me being raped as a little boy

Ah yes, this brings me back, to when I was RAPED AS A CHILD, stares at the floor

Attempting to procure sentiment without sounding like a wounded dog with a limp that was raped

It’s okay. I forgive you. All of me, existing even here, is willful. My default of 25+ years of not interacting with anyone. I choose to open to you; it’s hard for me to reopen. My infinite mental barriers to be with you feel insurmountable suddenly; it is my fault for being this

ive never thought about your bmi a single time in your life i will never think about your bmi a single time in my life i will smother you

Oh, rapesick

I don’t think any of these people deserve you, and I think they deserve to have less than they have

I’m sorry for feeling violent and for being scary all the time, I promise it is not particularly fun. It doesn’t go away when I’m out of your sight. When my phone is turned over and I am alone

my error

I would rip the wings off an angel with my hands and teeth if it fell from Heaven, paralyzed in front of me. I toss wings into recycling bins, trash containers. I could not intervene in God’s plan, and so I leave it wingless where it fell. I watch without administering assistance

My sole prayer this Sunday “I wish you never had to go”

If I saw an angel fall vulnerable, I’d cut off their wings with safety scissors. Grafting them on backwards, upside down in reversed placement on his back. Rescinding capability of flight without a removal of wings. Her nerve endings calling out for that which is permanently gone

It’s pivitol for me and my disabled friend group to play every Call of Duty when it releases to ruin the experience for normal men coming home from their 9-5 to play. We’re on more stimulants than you. Go ignore your girlfriend that cheats on you. Go watch basketball. Leave *****