Please leave me alone. You are not helping. I appreciate any real sentiment that actually wanted to and wasn’t from a performative stance or genuine felt as if there a sense of connection left but really.
You have insinuated that I am stupid, you have freaked out on me for rejecting you. You have tried to use my nature of wanting a genuine love as a means for attention.
Please stop. I am in the middle of a Peace Bond, currently taking my mother to get x-rayed and now undergoing another huge undertaking plus dealing with immense pain from a back injury.
I do not want to be your experiment. I do not care how hot you are. I missed who you used to be when I knew you. Just do your thing. Let me do mine. Let me heal. Let me find someone who doesn’t think I am a moron and recognizes regression in trauma. Let me fuck up and be myself.
I wish the best, genuinely. I just want you to be happy and for me to be as well.