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No one asked but I think the secret to making the enemies-to-lovers trip work is respect. They can loath each other, but they have to loath each other as equals. Like “sorry but no one else is allowed to murder this man but me” + “it’s an honor and privilege to despise you.”

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''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway

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#ThoughtsOfTheDay - Sinners

I've been meaning to watch Sinners since the day it came out and I finally got to watch it today. I have so many thoughts about that movie, and I need to get them out somewhere, so Tumblr gets to read them first.

First of all, Ryan Coogler doesn't fucking miss. I don't think he's made a bad movie yet, and Sinners is definitely up there with how good it is. It's technically, spiritually, historically, culturally, and just overall an amazing film. I can't even say enough how good this movie was. Not only that, the choices he makes and the team he puts together is nothing short of magic. The combination of him, his wife, MBJ, and Ludwig? Top tier.

Since we're talking about it, let's go into the music of that movie. That soundtrack was on point from start to finish. And Miles Caton's singing voice? BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY that brother can sing. I love that so much of the cast was able to show off their musical chops in this movie.

We're about to get into spoiler territory so if you haven't seen it yet, skip the rest of this, just know. I have SO many thoughts about this movie and they're all good.

And while we're on the topic of the cast? Like I said earlier, Ryan (and whoever helps him) knows how to cast and the whole cast did their thing in this movie. We have to talk about MBJ playing the Smokestack Twins. I love a good mirror image role, and Michael acted his ass off as both of the Moore brothers. You could definitely see the differences in their personalities throughout the movie, and you could almost forget that MBJ isn't a twin at some points in my opinion - he did that well. Miles Caton was a joy to watch as Sammie and I can't wait to see him in other things to come. I know it's become a meme at this point, but Hailee Steinfeld really channeled that partial ancestry for her role as Mary and it was truly telling how her storyline played out. Having an all-star like Delroy Lindo in there as Delta Slim was a big ol' "hell yes".

I'm jumping around here but talking about the cast is leading me to the spiritual and occult parts of this movie. Wunmi Mosaku's Annie bringing the Hoodoo roots to life while also being the source of the knowledge the cast needed to defeat the vampires AND also being Smoke's lover just...chef's kiss doesn't do justice to how perfect that role was. Jayme Lawson's Pearline - oooh, that singing voice can make a brother melt. And the dynamic between her and Sammie??

Here I go jumping again. The attention to all the cultures involved in this era. ADOS culture. Chinese-American culture. Choctaw culture. Irish-American culture. Reconstruction American culture. Even the implications of this taking place during the time of the Jim Crow South. I can't talk enough about how much this movie gave honor and life to cultures that people may not necessarily know themselves.

Okay, I gotta talk about it. The internet memed the fuck out of "those" scenes in this movie. And once you get past the memes, you realize that they're perfectly reasonable situations. When you put them in the full context of the movie and the scenes they're framed in? Giving us relationship dynamics. And hardly as freaked out as people made them out to be. Although...EVERYONE IS AN EATER IN THIS MOVIE. And we're here for it.

The introduction of Remmick and the vampires and the climax of this movie was everything a final confrontation needed. Sufficient tension, an intense conflict, and solid resolution for everyone involved. Every character gets an ending that suits their character, even if it isn't a happy one by any means.

There's so much more I can say about this movie. But if I keep talking, I'll basically just spoil the whole plot. So, yeah. Sinners is great. 10/10, highly recommend. Please see it if you feel comfortable doing so.

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Devour You (OW 04/19/19)

Sometimes I just build these scenarios in my head, sometimes they get written down. This one made it to the keys.

"Even if it would be an absolute pleasure to drive you wild with my tongue...to hold you down while you're arching against me, grabbing my head and holding me in place while I tease and flick and push and part and hum. I mean I could keep talking about how I'd pin you down and force your legs apart so I can dive in, pushing my tongue past your folds to really get a full taste of you. My fingers digging into your thighs as my movements start to get reckless because I want to, no I NEED to taste you. I want you all over my face and I have every intention of getting it and I'm not gonna stop until the proof of my work is all over my lips and chin. I'm gonna drown in you, and you're gonna love every waking second of it.

Only one thing though. You gotta promise not to run once I get a hold of you. Cuz I'm not letting you go until you and I are both soaked. And maybe, just maybe, if you can handle it, you can push me on my back, climb on top of me, and ride my face, hmm? Smother me with that ass, give me the chance to hold onto your hips while you show me what you can do. Hold me down so all I can do is eat. No breathing unless I'm devouring you. All you'll hear is the sound of my tongue and lips savoring your taste, a moan or five in between because I bet you taste oh so sweet...

Just the thought alone has me licking my lips as I describe it to you...and the more you bounce it on my tongue, it's the more I wanna just grab your ass and smack it too, make you bounce even more on top of me. Grind those hips and show me what you're made of, have your way with me the way I had my way with you until you're shuddering and shaking above me.

I have to bend you over, of course. After you've ridden my face, I have GOT to get behind that and eat it from the back. Make sure my tongue gets every bit of those sweet lips and tastes every part of you I can reach. Bite those thighs, smack that ass, play with your clit, just bury my face in your sweetness...

Getting my hands on you that way as you throw it back on my face, and I get to push my tongue even deeper into you, maybe even slide a finger or two in this time. One thing I'm really curious about is if I can get a lady to squirt...I wonder if I can get you to squirt...would you want me to try? To eat and finger you until you soak my face?

I'd take my sweet time with you, make sure you hit every peak you needed. Because you deserve nothing less than my best. Use my tongue and my fingers to your heart's content they'd be all yours.

A shower might be a good spot for me to continue too...get on my knees and put your leg on my shoulders…"

Stripping with all haste while we make our way to the shower, hands all over each other, we can't get the water on fast enough. You step in first, after setting the water as hot or as cool as you like it, and I follow just behind, giving you enough time to start wetting your skin before I get on my knees behind you. Start kissing your back, all down your spine, slowly working my way down until I get to play with that ass. I smack it a little and you still try your best to actually take a shower but I'm not gonna let you, I've been having too much fun tasting you and I'm not done yet. I start kissing your ass, peppering your cheeks with kisses all over while my hands are holding your waist steady and you reflexively push it back in my direction, which is just what I want.

Because now I can give everything a lick. Now we're in the shower, no holds barred. I spread your cheeks and lick all the way up and down, not leaving a spot untouched by my tongue, and you push back even more on my face as I start to get going. I don't even hesitate, licking both holes, you're gonna get my tongue everywhere before our time is up. 

One hand remains firmly on your waist and the other reaches around to find your clit, making sure to work it while my tongue doesn't quit. I have every intention of ruining you in the best of ways and I let out a little laugh as I think about it, sending a humming through my tongue and into you as it teases the cleft of your ass. I give it another smack then grab your leg and put it over my shoulder so I can push my tongue deeper into you. You're not quite sitting on my face again, but I'm holding you up so you can if you want to. None of that matters as I'm licking you yet again, getting more of my taste of you, that sweet sweet nectar showering my face even as the bath water drips down on us both.

Our shower done, and my face yet again covered in your essence, we wash each other off and step out, and I consider myself satisfied, having made sure to give you your fill of my tongue...but what I forgot is that, with all that you've got, there's something you still want and you grab at it as soon as you get the chance. You take hold of my dick and start stroking it and I gasp, watching you and seeing the desire in your eyes. The burning need to be filled, and you pull me closer, you tell me that it's yours and that you're taking it and there's nothing I can do to stop you.

You push me against the wall of the bathroom and turn around, then rub the head of my dick up against your pussy, getting it soaked with your wetness. Now I'm the one feeling teased as I feel that heat coming from you and it makes me push forward ever so slightly, but your hand is still holding me, stroking me, teasing me.

I cuss, feeling you teasing me, and I grab your hips, pushing your hand away so I can slide into you. My dick slides in without any issue; you're soaking wet, of course there wouldn't be, and we let out a shared sigh of pleasure as each inch pushes into you until I'm fully inside. You're so fucking warm, so wet, so tight, and I let you know that as soon as I start moving you. But you push my hands off and shake your head, then start setting the pace yourself. You throw your hips back on me and all I can do is stand against the wall and take it. I'm not taking your pussy, you're taking my dick and LOVING it. Having your way with me the way you allowed me to have my way with you. Your ass bounces against my hips and I let out a groan as I feel your walls surrounding me.

It feels so good, having you set the pace, but I can't help but reach forward to grab at your neck. Even as you throw your ass back and it smacks against my hips, your pussy clenching on my dick, I grab your neck and pull you so your back is right against my chest, giving me the perfect position to talk in your ear. To tell you how good it feels inside you, how much I enjoy you taking me for yourself, how much I want you to cum all over my dick the same way you came on my tongue, the same way you came on my fingers.

The more you throw it back on me the more I want to touch you. My hand tightens around your neck as you push it back, the sound of us slapping together and our moans the only sounds echoing through the bathroom and the more you do so, the deeper I get inside of you. You speed up for a little bit and my grip tightens, and you let out a strangled scream as the same time your pussy clenches just a little tighter on my dick. I let out a growl in your ear and I start to meet your pace with my own, thrusting my hips forward to meet your backwards pushes.

Tasting you was one thing but being inside you? The feeling is unmatched. I pull you off of me, though, because I need to feel you closer. I swap our positions, pushing you up against the wall, then I lift you up and sink you down on my dick so you can ride me while I hold you up. Thrusting forward, my lips find your jaw, your neck, then your lips and as our lips clash, our hips clash as well and I give you the deep, long strokes you've been craving and I feel your pussy gripping me somehow even more than before. I call out your name as I feel you and pick up the pace and bury my teeth in your neck to hold back a scream I might let out.

Faster, deeper, harder, I push you up against the wall and fuck you, somehow keeping my grip on the floor as my dick takes you over and over and over again. It feels so fucking good and I can't get enough of you and I don't want to stop, I won't stop. I kiss and bite on your neck in pace with my strokes, and you're taking me with no problem and I love it. Your tightness and warmth is bringing me closer and closer and I don’t want to let loose until you do.

"I need you to cum for me...can you cum for me? Will you cum on my dick?"

I pick up the pace, unable to hold myself back anymore from taking you as hard and fast as I can because I want to feel you cum one last time, I need that feeling to know I satisfied you the way you deserve. The more I thrust, the more I pound you, the closer I get to filling you up. And I let you know this as I feel it coming. That final precipice is closer than we both believed and as we fall over the edge together, it's nothing but hot and sticky, another mess to clean after we just showered.

"Guess we've gotta wash up again..."

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someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue

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My mind, you stay on that.

My embrace, come rest in that.

My face, come sit on that.

But, for real. Come sit on my face.

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On The Road (OW 05/22/14)

I've had this fantasy for quite some time now, so I figured, why not share it with you all? And one of my dear followers suggested I post it so here it is.

Well, right this very second, the one that's most on my mind recently is to be sucked off and possibly have sex while on the road. Like, she starts by unzipping my jeans, pulling out my dick and stroking it at some random point while I'm driving us somewhere. Who knows why she does it? Maybe she wants to tease me, maybe she's really horny, maybe it's a combination of both or some other reason I've not thought of.

Whatever the reason, she's got my dick out and teases it, then leans her head down, wrapping her lovely lips around it. She starts to suck on just the head, rolling her tongue around it. I suck in a breath and clench my fists around the steering wheel. This hasn't happened before, so I'm unprepared for how it makes me feel. I struggle to keep control of the car as she sucks more of me, her head inching slowly down on my length. I hiss and moan as she bobs her head up and down, her tongue circling the girth of my dick. The radio is barely on, so the sounds of her sucking are louder than anything else other than the traffic and it makes me fully aware of what's going on. I'm losing control minute by minute and it's only a matter of time before I blow my load.

Before I can totally lose it, I pull over and park the car, setting the parking brake then place my hands on top of her head, forcing it down so her mouth takes my whole length in. My hips thrust upwards, fucking her mouth with each bounce. Before I can cum, however, I pull her head up. Her face is flushed and saliva spills from between her lips from the rough treatment. I open the door on my side, get out of the car and shut the door, then go over to the passenger side. I knock on the door, then motion for her to take off her seatbelt. When she complies, I then open the door and lift her out of the car, closing that door, then opening the door to the backseat and lay her face down. She tugs down her jeans and panties and I lean forward, the tip of my dick against her dripping pussy, sliding in almost immediately after. As she wanted to tease me the whole way, she knows how much it makes me ready to fucking ravage her, so I know that's what she truly wanted all along. Slowly I move back and forth, my dick being swallowed by her tight cunt and the feeling makes me throb and pulse in pleasure. As I pick up speed, I grab her hips and start to pound away at her; she moans for me to fuck her harder, deeper, uncaring that we're on the side of the road, where anyone can pass and see us in the midst of this passionate coupling.

So I oblige her, of course, my balls smacking against her clit as I can feel my orgasm approaching. After all, being sucked off does wonders for bringing my close to that edge and all it takes is just a few more thrusts, I'm sure of it.  So as not to be selfish, one of my hands releases her hips and moves down to her clit, rubbing at it while keeping the rhythm in and out of her pussy. My fingers circle the swollen nub, and she pushes her hips back against me just as roughly as I pound into her. "Fuck, c-cum in me, cum deep in my p-pussy, baby, please..." she begs me, one of her hands reaching back to grab behind my hips and pull me closer to her. "I'm so fucking close, baby, I'm gonna - fuck!" I shout, my thrusts getting more erratic and speedy as I can hold back no longer. My fingers dig into her skin and my other hand pinches her clit as my dick pulses. Cum shoots from the tip deep into her waiting passage, shot after sticky warm shot goes deep into her and she sounds pleased as she pushes back against me. I don't stop moving because I know she's coming soon as well; the way her hips bounce against mine, her ass bouncing against my stomach is proof of that.

"Cum for me, darling, I know you want to cum on this dick, baby...that's what you made me stop for, is it not?" I lean down to say this, whispering in her ear, my tongue flicking out onto her earlobe and my teeth graze her ear. Her body shakes and her hips raise as her lips let loose a low and long moan, her pussy squeezes my dick as it trembles in the throes of her orgasm. Her juices leak out of her onto my dick and it makes me able to move even more in and out of her. I don't stop until she grips my body tightly, holding me in place until she finally relaxes.

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Untitled (OW 04/02/17)

We come from stardust, some say. Others, the dust of the ground. Even others, the natural progression. Even more, some fancy design.

However it started, it can be understood, Life, today, is a gift. That's why it's called the present, right? What do we do with it? How do we spend it? It's limited, we know this.

From the time it starts, we live to die… Don't we? There's gotta be more to life, they say. More than this crude matter. More than the cells and charges and chemicals. More than the day to day. More than the hustle and bustle. Otherwise what's the point? Otherwise why search? We all search for more We're all seeking greater  To know that we are more, that life is more

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Connected We Are (OW 01/23/11)

...to the world around us. ...to the people we meet. ...to our pasts, presents, and futures.

There is so much in this world we cannot control. From creation right down, it continues to stand; connected we are...

...to the things we've done and said. ...to the friends and foes we've made. ...to all the things we left to chance. ...and the prices we have paid.

Can we blame ourselves? Not really, connections are natural, constantly formed and broken. Like the bonds of hydrogen and oxygen make water, we are bound to this life of making bonds with each other and to our decisions. But, of course, that begs the question, are we bound so much that there's nothing we can do? Can we change what has been done? Connected we are...

...to the decisions we will make. ...to the things that haven't been done yet. ...to the people yet to enter our lives. ...to all the things we have left to face.

There is so much not yet seen, so much more land to conquer, things we haven't even dreamt about that are just waiting for us to arrive. So shall we fear what is to come, or shall we embrace it, and go forward. Run to it, even, and claim it as our own, because while there are the things yet to come, connected we are...

...to the things we can change now. ...to the people we face today. ...to the battles we fight while the day is young.

So we must always remember that the choices we make represent us just as much as we represent them when we make them. The things we do impact more than just ourselves, so take ownership of it, make it strong, because connected we are...

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Thoughts for a While (OW: 05/08/14)

Some days - like today - I just want someone to sit in my lap and kiss me to within an inch of my life. Hold my face and let their tongue slip into my mouth, taking my breath away as I do the same. Molding our lips to each other, both trying to get the advantage as our bodies hold flush to each other. Clothed, semi-clothed, unclothed, doesn’t matter. I move my hands into her hair and run my fingers through it while she wraps her hands around my neck, runs them along my back. Fuck it, scratch my back, I don’t care. Just kiss me until I can’t think straight. Then when our faces are both flushed, our hair is disheveled, and we’re out of breath, we tear each other’s clothes off, hands moving all over as we fumble with buttons and zippers, pushing aside fabric, tossing it aside. We sit, stand, lay nude before each other, bare as the day we were born, but obviously more developed than then. Our lips gravitate to each other once more as we move our way to the bed, the table, the floor, wherever we feel like getting it done, because place doesn’t matter. All that would matter is you and I and our union, coming together full of passion and ecstasy. Writhing and bucking against each other as our bodies shine with a sheen of sweat. Breathing gets heavy and labored, clinging to each other as lifelines until we both hit that peak, visibly relaxing before starting again. Fuck, I need this…

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Soul Stealer (OW: 11/19/18)

Wrote this years ago. I miss group chats sometimes, and this was one of the reasons why. Group chat question days are the best.

607: What soul stealing method do you practice the most when trying to change a woman’s life? (Specifically) Alright so the thing about soul stealing is, it's a whole process. You can't just dive into the pussy like a swimmer, though it's tempting. Cuz pussy is delicious and especially when you ain't eat it in a minute (as I'm feeling right now) you wanna just dive in and eat like a starved man. But nah, you gotta take your time with it. You're not trying to give her a quick nut if you're soul-stealing, you're savoring that shit. So you're not even touching her pussy off rip. My best work has been done when two things are true. One, I ain't seen you in a while and two, we already have a connection. Though I always put my best foot forward, when I know you enough, it's not as hard a task to make you cum. Or, to put it more honestly, the task isn’t as arduous. It might take a while, but I WILL make you cum. It all boils down to attentiveness, pretty much. Pay attention to your partner, her sounds, her hands, her eyes, all of it. Eye contact is a big one, I've noticed, always adds to the experience. Fellas, we know we love it when we're getting the neck and she's looking up at us all coy and shit, it's the same thing when you're taking the soul from between her thighs, but eye contact starts from the moment you touch her. From the time you get her in your arms, you keep that contact and it may waver from time to time as you move but you're not losing that eye contact for too long unless you're kissing or removing clothes. Lips, jaw, neckline, breastline, sternum, you're trailing kisses now, because that body is your canvas and you're the painter. Tread lightly and slowly, but not too slow, cuz you don't wanna lose her. She might rush you, she might push your head down, but don't let her. Give her a look when she tries to rush you. Make sure you get that eye contact back and remain forceful. Because, let’s be honest, if we’re at this point, she asked for this action, so she better be ready to be patient. "You wait, don't you worry, I'mma take good care of you..."

If she’s a sensitive one up top, you’re sucking titties, pinching nipples, caressing her sides. Let her know that you’re here for her whole body, not just what’s between her thighs. Though it’s the goal, there’s a whole journey to get there. Sometimes, you might get carried away just feeling her up. I know I do. Just feeling her skin under your fingers, the arch of her back, hearing the hitch in her breath when you hit a spot she knew she had but never told you about...but anyway, where was I?

Right. We’re getting down to waistline, I think, and that’s another move, because you’re getting closer now, but there are a couple of stops before you get to that final destination. You can’t forget the stomach. She might be self-conscious about it, she might not. We all have something we’re self-conscious about, and it’s my job to make sure that that self-conscious feeling doesn’t surface for very long. Moral of the story, EVERYTHING gets a goddamn kiss, you feel me?

Now we get right around waistline and down to the pussy, but you still ain’t eating yet. No, not just yet. She’s getting frustrated, she’s feeling teased, she’s feeling like you’re playing with her emotions, but you’re not. You’re right between the thighs, you’re spreading the legs open, you’re taking a look and you’re grinning because she’s dripping wet, she’s aching for you know, she’s squirming, been rubbing her thighs together already. Her breaths are coming heavy, she might be whining a little...but you’re not paying her any mind with that. Eyes on the prize now. You spread those lips open but you’re still not eating yet. You’re kissing her thighs, biting them, and keeping an eye on her the whole time. She might try to run away, but she’s not going anywhere. “Where do you think you’re going, huh? This is what you asked for, right? Don’t run now, don’t you run…”

Now, fun fact, as some of y’all might know and I’m hoping some of y’all find out, I have a big tongue and I use it to my advantage, lemme tell you. Nice, slow, shallow licks up and down along the lips, then circle the clit. Once you get to the clit it’s a WRAP. You flick that damn tongue like it’s a damn, fuck is that damn thing, oh yeah, like a fucking weedwhacker. Hear me out on this. The way my tongue is set up, it’s like, “how does it fit in your mouth?” Answer, “don’t worry about it, just…” then I stop talking, give her another slow lick then get back to it. My tongue does get tired from time to time though, so I’ll slip in a finger...or three, depending on how many you like inside you, and I’m gonna be licking and fingering you until I taste you for the rest of the night. You’re cumming on this tongue, you’re cumming on these fingers, and I’m not stopping until I get at least two out of you. I’m not done until I’m not breathing.

THAT’S how I snatch a soul.

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Women deserve to have male friends without worrying that they’re plotting to someday have sex with them

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Welcome to the Archive!

This will be the compendium of all my writings, from the first time I put pen to paper in a creative fashion until I get sick of posting on here, or until this hellsite finally gasps its last breaths.

Writings shall be tagged as follows:

#blerdrhythmcsas : writings from my college days

#blerdrhythmhsas : writings from my high school days

#blerdrhythmeros : writings from the spicy side of life

#blerdrhythmfics : short-form, long-form, and stuff from fanfiction

#j's poems : poetry

#j's words : everything i've written

#j's soc: things that don't necessarily fit under stories or poetry

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Not Anymore (OW 10/30/12)

You see me, you speak to me, you need me when it's convenient, and I admit, I've perpetuated that for a long time. But what I've come to realize is, that just means you take me for granted. I can't afford to have that happen anymore. Especially since I know that being taken for granted is painful; it's not a fair shake.

I'm not a convenience store, love; I'm not here to provide a quick fix close by until you can find or get to a supermarket. I have my own problems, my own needs, my own issues to deal with without yours bogging me down for a short time. That's not my job.

I haven't forgotten; you told me I should hate you for this, the fact that I can't help but want to be there for you even though you rarely do the same. And I remember I told you that I love to do it because I love you. That damn word has gotten me into so much trouble over these years. You can't take that back!

You can't say "I love you" and then take it back, and it's a fallacy to think that, if you plan to or want to, that you ever meant it in the first place. But while I do love you, I hate you so much at the same time because you have no idea the pain you put me through. You can claim to know, you can pretend to sympathize, but you don't know because you never thought to ask me, because you don't do for me what you always make me do for you.

Was doing it really all that forced? I can say no, because you didn't force a gun to my head to make me say "I love you" nor did you force me to be there for you. But you know the person I am, and you know what I feel duty-bound to do when I say something to you. I stand by it, always.

You exploited that, for years. Even now as I'm so pissed, I still hope you decide to give me a call or send me a text message to divert my anger one more time. But I can't do that anymore. It's neither healthy nor fair to my psyche and it's ruining me. Yes. I used the word ruin. Because it has, in fact, destroyed a part of my soul.

Stupid, foolish, hopeless me.

So the next time you want to come to me for convenience's sake? Because I'm always supposed to be here for you? Don't. Because I'm just not that nice anymore.