#namefagging for the lulz
Being transparent, as a means to demonstrate, that if we are going to win this, for not just us, our family, our loved ones, our friends, our following, our audience, the voices in our heads; but for EVERY SINGLE ABUSED CHILD they've harmed, directly or indirectly.
I don't fear you Cabal.
I do not fear you, FemNazi. **abused, wonderful, full of potential, in dire need of unconditional love, absolutely beautiful-scars, marks, wounds, flaws and all. You're a true diamond in the rough, and even though you think I'm a broke-beta-chauvinist, I'm going to force myself to let all of your hurtful expressions, your cruel mixed signals, your psychologically based sexual harassment, and your outright blatant self-abusive lies that deny you of YOUR OWN TRUTHS…"I have absolutely no feelings for you and I'd rather die than date an Italian faggot such as yourself!" = ["I've never met a man in my entire life that went above and beyond the call of duty, for a complete stranger (You), minus 2-3 brief acquaintances, simply because sought him (Me) out, specifically, for the vaguest reasoning ever contrived, and it didn't even matter. You like the same music I do (like ALL of it, I'm still flabbergasted by the sheer coincidentally aspects of that alone, (women I'm 100% attracted to NEVER like hardcore metal, 80's hair metal, chill electronica, and making your own), you like to create with your hands, your hands are the most intricate tools of ingenuity I've allowed to make contact with my body. (Hair 98%, 2% I forgot.), you understand fashion in ways I will NEVER be able to wrap one millimeter of my head around, you have a voice that makes me feel like I'm home, you actually have made ME laugh, genuinely, like belly laughs…WOMEN ARE NEVER FUNNY TO ME! At first you accepted me for who I truly am, all mortifying facts included, and you were still there. I felt over the moon, a joy of a 1000 sunny mornings, the exhilaration of your first real bike ride, down a hill, with no brakes except a coaster, and it's useless at that speed…GODSPEED.
I don't know if it was because:
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I tooted accidentally when I laughed, at one of your jokes, and it probably smelled bad. A big turn off, I KNOW!
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I normally never have any money due to my inconsistent income/unemployment.
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I'm WAY too nice, in a genuine, and open way. Basically put, I failed to understand that "having game" means that you know how to lie about how you truly feel, while remaining witty, fun, and heartfelt simultaneously. I still fail at this.
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Constantly being accused of talking down to you, even though I purposefully throw myself in the position to "storm the front" or "take the point." It never gets noticed.
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Treating me like as if I'm crazy because I didn't punch you back, and instead forgave you with a smile, of compassionate understanding…which is apparently, "creepy."
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I refuse to "let you fucking have it." Why? I choose to take the higher road, UNLESS, I feel comfortable enough with you, to be as brutally honest with you as possible without fear of hurting you so badly emotionally/mentally that you leave/ghost me. Take into consideration that you were/are the closest resemblance of a person I would actually consider calling my "girlfriend." In fact, I love you so much, foolishly that I would go against all of my deepest fears of commitment and being legally bound to a female that could ultimately bring me to brink of suicide, without actually pushing me over, in order to avoid any culpability whatsoever; I'D MARRY YOU IN A HEARTBEAT, because of how lucky I'd be to be so blessed, with the cruelest, bipolar, wack job, I've ever come across in my whole life…and I'd die protecting you from harm, so help me God.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is happening to me!?
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