I don’t understand how you can be with some for a year and a half and not take the time to get to really know them. That’s first. Second, I don’t understand how you can them blame it on the notion that their aesthetic doesn’t fit yours and so your interest could not be piqued enough. A whole year and a half and so many heartbreaks later you’re gonna tell me I’m what…not your type? Your reality is so small. I have no desire to exist in it any longer.
lmaoo some unemployed 26 year old with no degree who lives at home with his mom, exclusively wears black hoodies, never leaves the house, and plays video games all day trying to tell me I don’t have the right aesthetic because I’ve outgrown romanticizing death, seriously laughable.
We were never meant to be. We just have different visions for our lives. I want to run the world and you want to run away from it.
