No. Fuck that.

I have put up with more in my life than you could ever even begin to fathom. I have been beaten down, treated like shit, abused, broken and abandoned. I have lain in the cold, bleeding and hungry, wondering if I would wake up the next day. I have suffered through nights of crippling lonliness, stifling the sounds of my tears so that the people in the next room wouldn’t know I was suffering.

I have done more, seen more and felt more than you could possibly imagine.
You will not fuck with me.

You do not try to bullshit the devil. You do not fuck with things you don’t understand. I may look like a man, walk and talk like a man, but make no mistake: if you push me you will awaken a nightmare as ancient as time itself. I am an incarnation of wrath and I will not be trifled with.

I will not be lied to, not by anyone, not for any reason. Do not, ever, think you are better than me.
I deserve better than this, and I’m angry at myself for letting you get this far. You don’t want to know me, you don’t care, you don’t give a fuck. You want my money, you want the attention, and I have neither to spare. Not for the likes of you.

I do myself an injustice, suffering your lies and your bullshit.
So no. fuck that.

I’m afraid of how I feel about this woman.

It’s been two years, but am I really ready to feel like this again? To feel at all? I feel like the pain finally faded only days ago, and yet here I am, debating with myself if I really feel what I think I feel - what I know I feel.

I’m not some highschooler any more. I’ve been around the block. I know myself, I know my feelings, and I know what it means, what’s happening… I can see the first letter of a four letter word, and it’s terrifying.

I don’t know if I’m ready… but I’m already strapped in.

I know a girl named Laura. She is ucky and carries around cooties like it’s her job. DO NOT WANT.

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