i think about you often and i shouldn’t.
i’m fighting with myself over what i can and should do for you. selfishness wants to take over but i have to think hard.
please get the fuck out of my head
i think about you often and i shouldn’t.
i’m fighting with myself over what i can and should do for you. selfishness wants to take over but i have to think hard.
please get the fuck out of my head
i don’t know if i’m making progress or not anymore. sometimes i feel like i’m sitting on the middle of the stairs and i can’t crawl up without more issues
good riddance motherfucker.
take two steps back motherfucker, i don’t want you near me or any of your alternates. i’m done with you.
you ever threaten me like that again, i’ll knock ya teeth out. and i know humans can’t grow those back over and over.
GEE FUCKIN WILLIKERS, BATMAN. THANKS!!!
that’s a big mood and i understand that shit’s scary.
but you gotta sleep more. keep that energy.
it’s important you get sleep and food if you got someone to stay away from. keep strong and run when you need.
you got friends who’ll help you out i’m sure.
but SLEEP, aight?
i used to not sleep and it made me weaker and more vulnerable.
thought i was helping to stay away from the dream terrors.
but it just makes ya physically ill
ain’t trying to say to live in fear and keep paranoid. but you gotta be ready for anything happening, right? keep yaself going with naps at least. sleep. put on some asmr. have a voice playing so maybe that’ll distract from the terror dreams. maybe even have a quadrant come in and check up on ya and talk at you while you sleep gently so it helps.
bold of you to assume that ain’t what i’m after, anyway.
..you wanna know what i think about him?
what my thoughts are?
it don’t fuckin matter
he’s motherfuckin dead. DOUBLE DEAD.
gone for ever.
ain’t a ghost, ain’t a wandering spirit. he’s just GONE.
so you wanna know what i think?
GOOD RIDDANCE.
wasn’t even himself in these last few months knowing him anyway. was lost and gone before he was gone.
loon is what.
no more.
no more asks or posts or anything about gam.
he’s gone.
FOR GOOD.
there may be some carbon copy of his pre-molt self somewhere on this shit site.
but MY EX GAM IS GONE.
let’s keep it that way.
no more
NO MORE.
now if you’ll excuse me, motherfuckers.
this bitch got some shit to do.
i wANTed feathers not WIngs
you got whipped cream?
no im’ not drunk
i’m the android sent by cyberlife