Hurt. Angry. Alone.
There are things in my head, telling me words that I’m not sure if they’re true or not.
‘She’s talking to someone better’
‘She’s going to leave you again’
Round and round and more and more.
I can’t help this.
I don’t know how to change.
With us, it’s always hit, or miss.
It’s been more miss.
Hurt. Hurt. Hurt.
My fault. My fault. My fault.
Maybe you understand. Maybe you don’t.
But I don’t think you know what it’s like to sit there crying, not able to breathe, clutching your head to make the voices stop, and rocking back and forth.
To no rhythm other than the one of madness.
But you get angry at me anyway.
It’s okay though, I’m angry at me too.
And as long as I love you, I’ll deal with it.
Keith and Lance have an eating contest. Resulting in sicky burpy pouty Keith and Shiro having to take care of him please? I've never done an ask before like this, sorry, I just love your work and this is kinda a dream.. I'm sorry if this bugs you