nobody loves me, it's true;
11 | the ship you love for its creepiness
Hi, honey, I'm home.
I have a soul. I see patterns.
I know you, you're damaged.
You were born to a woman who believes that suffering was good for the soul,
so you suffered.
Life is a testament to pain, injuries, accidents.
Some inflicted upon others, some inflicted upon yourself.
Surrounds you like a bubble but it's not... real, it's just- that's just something she put into your head.
It's something that you wanna believe 'cause it means that you're the problem,
not the world that you live in.
You wanna believe it because... it means that you're bad luck.
Like a cancer that needs to be removed.
Because you hear her voice every day and you want her to be right.
You kill me, I download, I come back, we start over.
I'm willing to wait. You just need more time.
I don't need more frakkin' time. It's never gonna happen.
Of course it's gonna happen.
You're gonna hold me in your arms,
you're gonna embrace me,
you're gonna tell me that you love me.
I've seen it.
Say it, say it now.
I love you.
Was it everything you thought it would be?
That, and more.
(TL;DR I THINK THE POST SPEAKS FOR ITSELF)