#445.
You say nothing's out of bounds.
That I can talk, ask you, want you to do nearly anything within reason and it will most likely be okay by you.
I don't want to ask though. Do you realise how desperate that sounds? Do you even realise?
So right now I'm waiting for you to apologise (again).
Due to the fact that I'm too much of a bipolar bitch to do it myself.
This isn't a fight.
This is just another joke gone too far.
I don't know why these things are becoming so regular for me to want to do.
Maybe because on the flipside, there's the chance of you getting the message.
The subliminal talk topic, question or aspiration.
And then complying.
I shouldn't be risking stuff like that over stupid shit like this.

..Hold up, why the flying fuck did you just apologise to me?


I don't know if it's you or me right now, but I feel like crying and I don't even.
Fucking.
Sometimes I miss being independant, in the way that no one has this sort of effect on you.
God.

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