getting a lil emotional about the girl in my head this morning. I love you luca

had a dream I was stelle (hsr) and staying at a bed and breakfast of some kind and they put me and silver wolf in the same room and she invited me to fuck her in some kind of dark souls VR game.

love grief rage. just goes around in a big circle with no end and I lose the sharpest bit of each emotion every time I cycle

things are easier now that nysa isn't killing them all. it's nice to be held. even if we have to share. even if it's sad

how fucking hard is it to understand "I don't want to be touched right now"

okay I'm coming out of it. I shed my scales. now I need a shower so hot it fried me and a conspicuous amount of masturbation

i am not ontologically unlovable I need a vitamin d supplement and the ability to kill one person on earth per day

i should not still be here but i am

im so tired

i know leva is not doing so good because every time I close my eyes I get instantly struck by a vision of her laying her head in my lap.

havent decided what ill use this for yet but i guess i mainly wanted a space to post about things i possess a normal level of fear of feeling judged for