I like to evade reality. If I don't like facing something, be it a text message or a message of any sort, I just won't open it till my curiousity overpowers my fear, and I eventually read it.
This is one of those instances.
Well to be fair, most things that involve this person make me a bit scared.
Let's give this person a name, shall we? Perhaps an initial. D. Let's call this person D.
For a variety of reasons. Your perverted minds have probably concluded that D is for Dick. Whatever floats your boat. Heh.
Darling, Dear, Domination, Determination, Dedication.
Dickhead, Dipshit, Delusional, Destructive, Damaged.
Yeah, D is a suitable enough initial.
I have so much to write and say, but I really don't know where or how to start. hahahahaha
In a nutshell, I've put in A LOT. But D doesn't seem to realise it, or the way D seems so nonchalant about everything I've done. D is selfish. Doesn't think or realise how I may feel about things.
Do you even care?
It's always a rollercoaster when it comes to you.
I'm tired. Why do you have to do this to me, seriously.
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