#everyone who follows me knows i high-key dgaf about men

[dailykugisaki]

Day 354 | id in alt

Bro did DOOKIE. The dog don't count.

[kylealexanderlexington]

Roll That Dice

Everyone is like, yelling at the internet and I'm like... still processing. Yeah, yeah, I'm the worst. The following words aren't gonna make me look any better: I think it's kinda cool Elena had such a crush on me. I didn't even know. She's right. I'm an asshole. I just wanted to nail her in high school and when it looked like that tree would take too long to climb I moved on to, erm, a more manageable bush. Glad the garden sticks together. Apparently I'm a peach that keeps rolling away from my designated area though. Woops. Here's my checklist: I love him [✔️] Even though I don't know him anymore. I want to get to know him again. I also hate this Pablo. Who the fuck is Pablo? Why the fuck is Pablo having the grilled meats. That was our thing. Fine. Guess we don't have a thing anymore. Guess if we ever do meet again to try and make our friendship work we'll have to make up a new thing. Guess we need a new theme song cause there's no more of that Michael Jackson realness to go around unless it's the song "Beat It." Particularly for that last scene with the knives. I love her [✔️] Even though she's the epitome of the "Let Me Love You!" GIF and low-key cray cray. She makes the best damn profiteroles and her tits give me life. I also owe her my life. Literally. I also love it that she busts my balls and that she holds me accountable. I don't think I'd be human without her in my life. And she's a jealous freak who steals my cellphone and has a ziplock with my hair. I find that adorable. I am low-key cray cray too. She knows I have blood on my hands and she dgaf. She knows I never chose her and she dgaf. She finally chose herself the way I chose myself and just does whatever the hell she wants. Heh. I'm proud of her. She could kill me in my sleep and it wouldn't be a bad way to go. I think she's the only one I would happily let kill me. Then there's the fact that I ruin her chances with other men because I also believe she's mine and I'm possessive as fuck. I'm fucked up. I love her too [✔️] Even though I was technically last on her otome route and practically butchered everyone to defend her while she was fucking everyone but me. I'm an idiot. I don't care. Have you seen her legs? I want her hair between my fingers and those legs open beneath me realizing she's never had anything like it. Oh yeah, I kind of want her happy and safe too. All that jazz Did she earn it? No. Does she have to? No. Can I explain it? No. She just is and I want to breath her. She gets the poetry and the letters and she gets my humor. I want to wipe other men from her skin with my own. That's the kind of crap I feel. I know her better than anyone because I'm a creepy asshole stalker. I asked her on a date, she said yes and I felt like a bullshit high school kid and blushed. The fuck is wrong with me? I'm plotting murder on the side and dreaming of her face realizing I was actually an option. She laughed today and looked kind of giddy for once and it was the first time she threw that at me. Finish him. Fatality. I. Want. Her. I. Need. Her. Gimme. Now. Ok. Stop. You're. Going. To. Freak. Her. Out. Now let's see what the fuck's in that Pandorica. Right. Six months. Plenty of time for her to change her mind. Plenty of time for me to make a mistake. Plenty of time for me to wreck things and mess with people and fail everyone. Hell, the way things might go I don't even know if I have six months. Except... things just changed again. And that's so crucial. I didn't know they could change. Maybe we'll just date and get bored. HAH. This is a no-win clusterfuck for me. Whichever way I go. Doesn't matter. So if it doesn't matter, how would I choose to live my life so that I have no regrets? I already let her go. And you know what. She flew right back into my office. So what am I going to do about it? I won't be an asshole and take advantage. I'll wait the six months. The moment I get that call though. All. Bets. Are. Off. Sincerely, The Gambler