Reblog if you’d care if I killed myself
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
"How could someone’s face be so incredibly flawless, yet so dangerously addicting? How could the loveliest of men fall for such a broken soul? What if I never really do get over you? My most frequent fear is not being capable of erasing such natural perfection from my mind, your soft eyes and inviting lips haunting my every being and consuming my every thought. What if someone else notices your obvious perfections? What if she decided to take notice in the swift movements of your steps or your mesmerizing gestures? What if you decide that your feelings towards her are much more efficient, deeper and stronger than they are for me? What a dirty thief she would be. I’m falling deeper and deeper into a complex world that I don’t even understand, the sound of your voice and your hand intertwined with mine guiding the way and pulling me down even further with the knowledge of no way out reassuring my fears. So what if you left me torn, broken… trapped, with nothing left but my attempt to hang on to who I used to be? Unable to thing straight until I felt your lips again, then where would I be? Underneath your capturing, majestic, addicting spell that is slowly but surely consuming me."
When I don’t answer a message you sent me
- I am physically unable to answer (at school, actually working at work, or had real life obligations)
- I thought I hit send but I really didn’t
- Tumblr is stupid and did not notify me, I actually had no clue you messaged me
- I assumed you wanted the conversation to end at that so I did not reply so you would not get pissed off
What did not happen:
- I ignored you