When people choose a person over you and then when they have no one else they come running back to you. No, fuck you. Fuck you for not being there for me when I needed you. fuck you for never making an effort to see me because you had someone else
a fact that if actually accomplished, should be put on a tombstone.
My favorite part is “We hope he has gone to rest.” What, like… they weren’t sure? Maybe, if ever the bear uprising should start again, he would rise from the ground to finish what he started and slay that 100th bear?
Was this man so powerful they are concerned he might not have decided to rest at all and is simply biding his time?
I just feel so fucking down and shitty and I want someone to just be there. Not even to speak. Just cuddle me and kiss me and listen to me talk shit and listen to relevant songs like days n daze - day gaunts and read my favourite writing and understand why I connect so much with it. I want someone to realise that feeling like this isn’t okay and I can’t do it alone.