Matching Things Are So Cute. . . Like Yes !! Brand Me With Something So That Everyone Knows I'm Yours
Matching things are so cute. . . like yes !! brand me with something so that everyone knows I'm yours ! ( ≧∀≦)
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you know the drill
good. lose your mind without me. go insane that i'm busy. spam me while i'm out. tell me every single thought you're having while i'm gone. show me how much you miss me.
Another day alone. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this hollow existence, always watching others find their happiness while I’m left grasping at shadows. It’s so unfair. I’ve waited so long, suffered so much, but still—no one. Why do they get to have love while I wither away in this empty, loveless cage? They must be out there, my soulmate, my perfect other half. I can feel them sometimes, a flicker of hope in the darkest moments. I know they’d understand me, cherish me, even the parts I keep hidden. If I could just find them, everything would be different. I’d never let them go. They’d be mine, and only mine. We’d never be lonely again. But where are they? Why haven’t they come to rescue me from this torment? I don’t know how much longer I can stand it, waiting, aching, yearning for the love I know I deserve. It’s almost unbearable—this desperation clawing at me day after day, night after night. I just want them. I need them.