Quotes added on Wednesday, November 14 2018

i only show what i want them to see. they think they know more than i know they know, but that is not the case. and i want to keep it that way.
Thank you for showing me how it feels to be put down. Thank you for showing me how it feels to be cheated on. Thank you for showing me how it feels to be guilted, to be played with, and demonized. Thank you for showing me how it feels to be a side piece. Thank you for showing me how it feels to be inferior. Thank you for showing me how it feels to be made out to be a freak, a monster. Thank you for demonizing my autism, for making me ashamed of who I am. Thank you for pulling me away from my hobbies and friends. Thank you for bringing me down whenever my hobbies and passions got in the way of your control of me. Thank you for choosing your ex over me Thank you for trying to make me jealous and insecure with other guys Thank you for gas lighting me when I was upset, Thank you for always holding yourself in higher regard than myself. Thank you for ignoring my happiness, treating me like a burden instead of a human. Thank you for not caring about how your actions affect me, thank you for simply not caring at all. Thank you for lying, about anything and everything you could. Thank you for only doing something kind so you could use it against me in the future. Thank you for trapping me when I wanted to leave. Thank you for for hiding me, for treating me like I was an embarrassment, as if there was something wrong with me; only for it to manifest as crippling anxiety that makes it hard to be out in public without medication. When I told you all of this. Thank you for responding with “Noah, I literally do not care.” . . . Thank you for showing me what I never, ever, want to be. Thank you for showing me everything I can avoid, Thank you for showing me how to be the best partner in the world, and teaching me all the lessons I needed to learn to bring happiness into peoples lives again instead of misery. Thank you for bringing me to my lowest point, so as I heal and rise back up... I can be sure that I will never, ever, ever, be anything remotely like you.


 
East Coast Gothic
foggy piers
something large and unknown washing up onto the shore
the end of the beach disappearing into the storm
shade of the forest, leaving patterned shadows and tricking your eyes
overgrown tombstones
old houses painted black, shuttered windows
an outbuilding in the middle of the woods, the forest has moved inside
you know someone lives there
figures between the trees, whispering

 

 

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