I fear that I am a slippery slope Now even if I lay my head down at night After a day I got perfectly right
She won’t know…
And I wish that I could tell you right now (I love you)
But it looks like I won’t be around So you won’t know…
So believe in me, You think I’ll let you down Well I won’t.
I am fine to put your gun to my life And know I’m scared it won’t fire right.
So they say, They say in heaven There’s no husbands and wives On the day that I show up They’ll be completely out Of their forgiveness supplies And I can’t use the telephone To tell you that I’m dead and gone
Scared my faves away. This constant insecurity of mine is what always holds me back. This is why I don’t have much friends. Because I’m always bringing myself down that it pushes people away because they’re sick and tired of trying to tell me otherwise. I try and believe them. I really do. But the constant fear and anxiety that eats me stops me from doing that. Always what ifs, Woulds, Should’ve, Could'ves. I am not as passionate or as kind or as sweet as you describe me to be. I’m a normal girl. I’m not even normal. I’m a girl who’s constantly being eaten away by her depression. A girl who relies on stories and fantasies. A girl who is constantly locked up in her room trying to run away. So no… I am not passionate and I am not kind. But I wish I was. I wish I was as passionate as you. I wish I was as kinder. I wish I could be as lovely and as sweet as the two of you. I wish I could be the the girl you describe me to be. But I’m not. So I’m sorry if I scared you away. I’m sorry I’m always negative. I just hope you know that I’m sorry and I love you and I adore you and even if you stop talking to me I will always support you and love you. I mean how could I not. Both your works are breathtaking. They’re my escape. I would never give it up.
Someone send help, I think I found the devil’s receipt.
Ok, so first thing I saw when I looked at it was
I honestly to God tought it said “Lucifer” but when I looked again it said 3CL1FR.
Second thing I saw was that we PAID PI EUROS
The reason that it is crumbled up is that my brother got suddenly super angry when I asked him if I could see it, and when I finally got hold of it, my dad tried to grab it out of my hands, that’s why it’s ripped.
I yelled Cristo at it but nothing happened, so that’s good I guess.. But I’m still kinda scared and I don’t have a clue what I should do with it. Should I salt and burn it? Should I preform an excorsism? Or should I just throw it in the garbage?