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Now that he thought about it, instead of "fight and fuck" wouldn't "beaten and fuck" be a more apt descriptor for him?
#{Dash Commentary#I was thinking of last night's stuff while I was cleaning#and really?#thinking about him and Qingshan#and Soonhee#and him and general#plus Aro's commentary about him always talking about not being a fighter#Zhaohui's think is#in all of his machoistic glory#is getting put through the wringer#I wish I could tell you why he got thrilled whenever Qingshan put him through it back when they were teamed up#anyways so I dashed on just to post this haha
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Basement Dweller 4: Walking in the Park
(Author’s note: this character is purely fiction. I am writing from his own perspective. In no way do the views and opinions of this character represent my own. Enjoy!)
Envy has always been a major part of my life. Now as I’ve grown to seriously hate my current living conditions, it becomes easier to imagine how great it would all be if I was living anyone else’s life. I always fall back to envy in a machoistic kind of way. These days I often find envy in one particular thing: couples in public.
Before I get going, how come when I go anywhere there’s couples EVERYWHERE! Like where the fucking hell shit do these people meet?? Every time I leave my God damn apartment I see some beautiful couple in love, walking hand in hand, basking in each other’s loving glory. Everywhere. And in such abundance too!
As you can probably tell from my punctuations and whatnot, this topic is a little sour for me. It’s only that I can’t see a couple together without being reminded of what I’ve never had and what I’ve always wanted so badly. It just brings up so many feels of insecurity. Like I’ll never meet anyone if I haven’t at this point. Sometimes it feels true…
But I’m trying to remind myself that the future doesn’t have to be like the past if I don’t want it to be. That’s the thing about time: it’s always moving forward, always changing. If I really believe I won’t ever meet anyone then I won’t.
It’s just so sad to me sometimes thinking about my past. I needed love at so many times in my life and didn’t receive any. An uncountable number of times I could have used just somebody to just talk to. Someone to hold hands with as we traversed through the dark night. And I got nothing except suffering. I’ve known suffering for so long it makes sense why I think it’ll always follow me. But I’m learning that it doesn’t have to if I don’t want it to.
Till Next Time
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