I lied
How i can you expect me to be honest with you if i can’t even be honest with myself. Yes i lied i fucking lied i lied to you I lied to my friends and I lied to myself. I regret doing what i did everyday
slipcast
n. the default expression that your face automatically reverts to when idle—amused, melancholic, pissed off—which occurs when a strong emotion gets buried and forgotten in the psychological laundry of everyday life, leaving you wearing an unintentional vibe of pink or blue or gray, or in rare cases, a tie-dye of sheer madness.
Do you know someone who has wronged you? And just seeing this person just overwhelms you with hate. Spending restless nights thinking of all the things you can possibly to this person. Just the thought of seeing this person suffer makes you horny with glee, this person’s pain and suffering puts you in a state of euphoria. This person makes you angry this pathetic waist of space fills you with enough wrath to release a behemoth that has laid dormant inside you for all these years. All these years of bottling up your pain, anger, and sorrow exudes at the very thought of them. When this person comes to mind the only thing you want to do is end this person life in the slowest most painful agonizing way possible. But you don’t, you don’t because you know that it wouldn’t be right and nothing you can ever do or say will reverse the damage that has already been done and causing any harm to this person is not worth the price you will have to pay so you have no choice but to sit there and do nothing, but carry this burden with you everywhere but also keep in mind it can only bother you as much as you let it bother you and don’t do anything unless you are absolutely sure you’re ready to face the consequences.
