Writing. The words would flow so easily from soul to fingertip. Heart to pen with unlimited ink and it would all be so easy. I would feel good. Even in just that fleeting moment where I would look at the words and be proud.
Now it’s as if something went away. All I feel is a drop in my stomach like when you wait for the rollercoaster to tip. My words don’t rhyme, they don’t go together like the puzzle pieces they once were they simply fall out of my brain and onto the floor. Looking up at me like every failure is every letter and there’s no way to put them together.
I want everyone to really know the kind of person you really are because you have everyone else fooled but not me. I remember you telling me if I ever cheated on you, you would kill me. Ever since I was scared of you but no matter what I still stayed. I put up through all the shit. Even after all the times you’ve actually told me i deserve to die. That I was nothing but a disgusting fat piece of shit fuck boy. You claim to be this whole body friendly person but would ridicule me for the bit of fat I had. Even after you would say fuck my mom for raising such a fuck boy that she was never a good mother despite all the shit she did for me, you and for us. I just can’t believe you have become this fucking person to me. Everyone actually fucking believes you’re a goddess and now worships you the way I used to. I still can’t believe that after that first look you gave me when you first saw me that it would end up like this. What a fucking fool I was.
Fuck I know I made my fucking mistakes and I tried to make up for them but did I really fucking deserve this? Tell me. Did I. I know I was a piece of shit too but didn’t I try? Did I ever really fucking physically and verbally abuse you the way you did? I pride myself for never being able to lay a finger on you or even want to call you something so disrespectful that I would actually try to hurt your soul and character.
often the guy is the monster and I’m tired of being the monster. Yeah i fell to temptation when you would push me away but can you fucking blame me. I guess I truly am a monster then.
I hope in the end you truly are happy hinata fuu.
If this was a woman it would have 800k notes
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Ima keep reblogging this until it gets the notes it deserves!! Abuse is NEVER JUSTIFIED!!!
Woman or man no one deserves to be abused and that’s facts