darkSpyro

I’m such a ****ing toxic person. Go ahead, ask anyone any of my positive traits. They’ll say I’m occasionally funny and I barely avoided looking like a humanoid pig. That’s it. I’m a horrible ***** to everyone I know, I’m an entitled, selfish brat who only cares about herself, and I get way too angry over the tiniest things, to the point that it scares people. I hurt anyone that gets close to me but I also hurt people who try to be even remotely nice because I’m an absentee friend and a horrible, monstrous girlfriend. I’m not smart. I’m not artistic. I’m not cool. I’m not nice. I’m a borderline sociopathic diva with a slutty streak and I belong in a burning trash pile since I’m worse than most other scum of the Earth.

I want to end it so bad, but by doing that, I’d hurt everyone who cares about me more than they could ever imagine, and I’m also too much of a chicken **** to try it again. In almost everything I’m a scared and confused little girl. A beast who can’t help but hurt everyone she touches. I’m so sick of myself.

I’m trying so hard to be a better person, but it’s not working. What the **** is wrong with me?

You're taking Splatoon to an extreme that needs to be toned down. I have never felt disrespected before when playing games with friends, and this is coming from someone who's best friend makes it a purpose to kill me as many times as possible in BGO. Stuff like that doesn't really bother me, because I know it's all in good fun. But when you start talking down to me about a game's basics just because I haven't played in a while...is a big yikes, ESPECIALLY considering that I've been playing the game since its first installment. I know it wasn't on purpose, I know you would never say that out of malice at all. However, I'm starting to see the effects this game has had on you, and it's really bad.

Stop treating a children's game like it's your whole life, and start coming back to reality; it's going to start having an impact on your personal relationships if it keeps up like that.

I finally solved the mystery I’ve been trying to solve for the past year or so, within just a few days: why am I sad and lonely and why to I keep fixating on the past?
It’s not that the past was all that much better. It was better than what I’ve been dealing with since I’d say mid 2015. There were good times then that I miss, sure, but at what cost? I was oblivious to something that was tearing me apart for two years. But it’s better to have the illusion that you can rely on someone than to realize that you didn’t have anyone after all.
But that’s not really the problem here... The real issue is more that I miss being younger I guess. In a few ways I was a little more... Behind, for lack of a better word, than most 13-15 year olds. But I was young, I still had some hope, I still was able to look at the world through a more optimistic lens, I was less afraid of the world around me... It was easier. It felt less screwed up.
Damn. I just miss having a certain level of optimism. Miss being younger... I already sound like a crabby old woman.
Aaaaand I’m crying that’s great.

you're such a dirty stupid little slut. you smell like totinos pizza rolls and wander the greatest expansive halls of my mind like a lovelorn wisp, wanting to wash away the brightest parts of my memories.

Look, of course you wouldn't understand my reasoning. You're a sociopath. Asking me about emotions, you wouldn't understand no matter how eloquently you asked me. And even if you say that others have felt what I feel that doesn't change anything. That doesn't stop me from feeling this way. I don't want to die, but i feel l must. and so when you feel you must do something you do all you can to accomplish it. I can't explain it in a way you'd understand so why ask me.

youve proven multiple times that youve had the chance to, y'now, ****ing talk to me, but decided not to
so you know what? fine, have fun in your own little world that you clearly were too engrossed in to remember that i exist
im done, and even if you try to come back, its gonna take a lot more than just casually talking again for me to trust you