rogly

[rogly]

I never wanted to hurt you, i never wanted to be the person that causes your pain, I just want you to be okay, I’m sorry.

[rogly]

Feeling lost lately, I think it’s time to lose myself in art again.

[rogly]

Shot By rogly

[rogly]

I'm in love with a girl I'll never have.

[rogly]

Lucki Eck$ and Friends.

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[rogly]

reaperskeeper x www.kevinbarrettphoto.com

[rogly]

Come sex me

new phone, who dis?

[rogly]

Just know I’m here.

[rogly]

Thank god

lol...

[rogly]

Come back to mass and spank me

lol I'll be there next weekend.

[rogly]

Martin.

http://www.kevinbarrettphoto.com

[rogly]

I’m sitting at work wondering why I made it come to this. I’m trying to convince myself to just be your friend, just let go of everything and be there for you like I want to be. The problem is that I can’t give you what you need without hurting myself in the process and the scary part is I just want to keep hurting so I can help you be happy; or at least do my best. I laid in bed last night after two bars back to back and felt nothing, it was relieving. I played out every option in my head about continuing to see you the way I have been and only one of them really ends well; the most unrealistic. The hopeful me wants to pursue it, but the rest of me knows it will never happen; I’ve been here before, too many times to be naive. I thought about texting you this earlier, but I know it is going to make you upset and I don’t want you to be upset at work again. I hate being a reason you cry, or hate, or feel bad. It broke me to tell you what I did last night and have you respond with “stop making me feel bad” because I never want to. I know the more I talk to you, the deeper I’ll develop emotion for you, and I know that you are going to get caught up in someone again, that’s inevitable, but I can’t sit beside you and listen to you tell me about everyone who’s been given the chance to love you and how they threw it away or hurt you. I can’t be that person, so before I make you more upset, or say something I don’t mean out of frustration, or talk myself out of it... I’m leaving you alone.

[rogly]

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no emotions, no feelings, just numb. I’ve never felt this good.

[rogly]

having a good heart fucks you up in this generation

The sad truth

[rogly]

I’m mad. I shouldn’t be mad, I know that. But I’m legitimately in a mood where I want to destroy something. Turns out I’m the same as everyone else sweetheart ;)

[rogly]

Adeline Hocine

I just met you ‘about a week ago’ but you’re honestly the first girl I’ve really vibed with since I moved here a year ago. Lately I’ve been feeling like I am pushing too much, or trying too hard but I don’t want to point out a problem that doesn’t exist by bringing it up, or calling attention to something that you aren’t feeling. I’m just having a lot of trouble communicating how I want to lately. Which is really bizarre for me... I haven’t felt this much anxiety since high school when I hated everything about my life and felt like I had no control over my life. When you brought to surface the stuff that people surrounding me had made you feel, and things they said to you, it more or less turned my world upside down. These are the people I spend my free time with, the people who made me love Chicago and showed me how much fun this city is, and introduced me to some of the most influential industry people I have met. I didn’t realize it at first, but it is tearing me in half. My first reaction was anger towards them, because I don’t feel that you deserve that at all. You’ve been nothing but sweet to me, and I’ve felt really comfortable with you these last few days. But then I thought about how they are the people I hangout with so much, and how am I going to pretend like I don’t hate the things I saw them say. Then I’m wondering if I’m a hypocrite; I used to fuck around and treat girls like I didn’t have an emotion in the world. I’ve been the guy you always want even though you shouldn’t. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of, which is why I told you I don’t care about what you’ve done in the past. The present is more important than the past and even the future. I stopped living in the moment this week, and that’s when my anxiety hit the roof. I started asking myself too many questions: Do I like her? Does she like me? What will my friends think? Am I trying too hard? Am I being too nice? Did she get up and walk away because I put my arm on her? I wanted all the answers right away, and lost sight of the real reason I want to see you so much; Because you are genuine and easy to get along with. I really do care about you though, genuinely. I wish I could somehow look at you and tell you something that would make you not worry about eating, and your body, and mean people, and how much you hate Chicago. I may not know exactly how you feel, and I may not fully understand all of the things you are going through, but I have been through a lot myself, and alone, and I will do my best to be whatever it is I need to be. The only thing you could ever say to lose me is to say goodbye.

I’m sorry I jumped in too fast.

I’m sorry I can’t fix what happened to you.

I’m sorry I can’t make you feel better about everything you are down on.

I’m sorry I can’t make you like me.

I’m sorry I ever made you uncomfortable.

I’m sorry I even had to defend you.

I’m sorry I stopped being the asshole you always want.

I’m sorry you thought of me as one of them for even a second.

I’m sorry I hurt you in any way.

I’m not sorry I met you, and I’m not sorry I care.

[rogly]

I feel like I need to apologize, but I don’t know for what...