#loooonely

[ngzuksvkk]

I want to dissapear

[xenomorphicdna]

Map boi is back with more map

This time it's the ★exterior★

It's not as nice looking as the interior, (which you can find → here btw) but i think it's bigger as a region.

I will be making at least one more, and it will be of Two Birds' can because it's got lots of rot bits and that sounds like fun to design.

Pearl dialogue and some rambles below the cut↓

I know I said dialogue but fr look at this

THE DIFFERENCE in canvas size here

Pearl dialogue for both of the two regions

Bright Pink pearl dialogue when read by Veil Of Dreams:" What is it Mouse? Oh a pearl, alright I'll have a look. Ah this one is one of mine, it contains various notes regarding Four Blue Flames when he was still being constructed. It was actually a personal request of mine to have him built, his technology is better than mine in practically every way and he makes for a great research partner. I admire his work ethic, but I do wish he took breaks. After our creators' Ascension he's only become more wrapped up in the Great Problem, I worry for him. ... There is nothing more on this pearl that would interest you, you can have it back, I do not need it."

Bright Pink pearl dialogue when read by Four Blue Flames: "Hello Mouse, a pearl? Let's have a look. Hm, where did you find this? It's encrypted so I cannot read it to you, but I can guess that it was written by one of us. Unfortunately, I am of no use to you, but if you like pink then the pearl would make for a great decoration. Or alternatively, you can trade it to the scavengers. Of course, they will ruin the pearl like they do with the rest but if you are in need of explosives the scavengers excel in their creation. Now if you do not mind, allow me to get on with my work."

Deep Red pearl dialogue when read by Veil Of Dreams: "Rodent, you've got a pearl, allow me to read it for you. Oh, this one holds digital copies of several pieces of literature, I was missing many of these from my memory banks. I have them saved now, but I do not like the implications of this. Please Mouse, take the pearl and bring it to the library in the Capital."

Deep Red pearl dialogue when read by Four Blue Flames: "Oh a pearl, let's see what it says. This one is filled with all sorts of religious literature, it's rather old, from the Green hegemonic linguistic dynasty. It contains texts for meditation and prayers and various forms of religious guidance. I actually did not have this archived, so I appreciate your fondness of treasure hunting, you are a great help. I think this one would fit nicely in the Capital's library, please, bring it to Veil Of Dreams and he will guide you from there."

[vonnegutcunt]

Need to get a bed frame so the baby kitty will sleep next to me again🤕

[katya-goncharov]

my parents only went home yesterday and i already miss having them around :(

[stylesloveclub]

give me a lil kiss IRA I LOVE U UR THE REASON I STILL HAVE THIS APP

AND UR ASKS ARE THE ONLY REASON IM STILL ON HERE WRITING MY STORIES WE ARE A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN :)

[rapha-reads]

After museums, restaurants and bars all on my lonesome, I'm now trying a queer drag club on the night of Halloween all alone.

Can I be any more weird? I can definitely try.

I do wonder what people in the queue for the club with me right now must be thinking, I'm alone and I'm not even wearing a costume. Like, "who the hell is the weirdo?". Or, "whatever"?

Let's see if someone has the guts to come talk to me...

[bending-sickle]

the tidal wave of yearning i was just hit with for a sleepover with friends i just *clutches chest* cloth mother save me

[yumenosakiacademy]

[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

Unchained Melody – J. M. K.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, fingering, unprotected sex, language, MINORS DNI

A/N: I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again. There’s something about my brain and Josh and showers that somehow equals smut. I don’t know. BUT I’ve been working on this fic since the end of July because hearing Josh sing Unchained Melody with my own two ears in person changed me as a woman. Enjoy.

Bajabule,

-Han

As you wiped the sleep from the corners of your eyes, your ears grew accustomed to the sounds around you. You heard the hum of the fan oscillating over in the corner of your bedroom, feeling the cool air that it was projecting as it brushed against your face. You heard the pattering of water against the floor of the shower, and you could see the steam from it wafting through the space under the closed door of the bathroom. Just then, a sound broke through the quiet droning of your surroundings.

His voice.

It was light at first; it sounded soft and sweet, like the falling of rain while the sun is shining or the tinkling of chimes in the warmest breeze.

“Loooonely rivers siiigh, ‘wait for me, wait for me.’”

He paused, and you could hear the water hitting the floor again.

“Hmmm mmm coming hooome, wait for meeeee.”

His voice grew louder, belting from his stomach like no one could stand a chance of hearing. The sound was clean and crisp and made your heart pull tight in your chest while pulling the air from your lungs at the same time.

“Woooooahhhhh,

myy-yy-yyyy lo-ooovvveee,

myyy da-aarllinn’,

I’ve hunnn-gered, hun-ger-eh-ered, for your tou-ou-ouchhh,

A longgg, lonely time–,”

It was then that the door creaked as you tried so very gently to open it. You cursed yourself at the sound and softly padded across the threshold. You saw a loosely figured silhouette move behind the shower curtain, and you watched as his fingers snuck out from behind it, curling around the edge, before pulling it slightly down the rod, just enough for his head to poke through. His face emerged with a silly grin and his hair completely lathered with shampoo. He looked you over more than once before he asked, in a playfully dramatic voice, “Did you come for the show?”

“I did,” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

It made your heart swell when he was lighthearted, and he was, the majority of the time. Every once in a long while, he would express an insecurity or a worry that made him self-conscious, and you always did your best to soothe his anxieties. You absolutely adored the little light in his eyes and his brilliant smile, and it truly shattered your heart to ever see him anything less than euphoric.

His heart warmed you like a kiss from the sun, and all you wanted was to be his moon, reflecting his light back to him and out for the world to see.

You watched him scoop a handful of lather from his head and blow it at you like a kiss. It fell densely through the air and landed on the tile floor without a sound. You smiled at him and let out a small giggle, and he immediately returned it to you.

“You know,” he started, his brown eyes glinting at you, “you could join the show. If you wanted to.” He dramatically wiggled his eyebrows at you as he failed to fight off another grin.

“I’d love that,” you spoke in a tone hardly above a whisper, “but there’s only one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“I can’t sing,” you said with an almost imperceptible shake of your head. Your eyes stayed trained on him as he thought, processing your so-called “problem.”

He huffed a bit air from his nose, chuckling at himself. “I can make you sing, mama. Maybe not like The Righteous Brothers, but either way.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled a cocky smile.

Your body immediately felt as if it were burning from the inside out. Your eyes widened and your cheeks got hot. His smile never wavered as he let you squirm under his gaze. All of the silliness had melted away, leaving you with an aching between your legs for him.

You removed your clothes while he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, and you gingerly stepped into the shower. His back was to you as he faced the water, and you let your eyes wander over his naked body in front of you. You took special notice of the muscles in his legs and back as he ran his hands through his wet curls. You watched small streams of water flow down his back and over the prominent curves of his ass before they hit the floor of the shower.

Once he had finished with his hair, the two of you changed places, and you started to rinse your hair. You took your turn to face the water and he took his turn to look over you. It wasn’t long before you felt his hands running over your hair, working the water into it, the tips of his fingers softly massaging your scalp. You tilted you head back, embracing the feeling of his fingertips and letting the warm water hit your chest.

He moved his chin to sit on your shoulder while his hands traveled to your heat. He slipped his middle and ring fingers through your folds before making light circles around your clit. Your chest heaved as you huffed air in and out of your nose, tilting your head back and feeling a whine escape from your throat. You arched your back, pressing your ass into his hardening cock, and he responded by slipping his fingers into your entrance and curling them immediately.

He set a quick pace, his fingers sliding in and out of your heat with more ease than usual. You assumed the copious amounts of water from the shower had a big hand in this, because it certainly had a big hand in the sounds that came from between your legs that echoed throughout the bathroom. Right as your whimpers became essentially continuous, you felt him remove his fingers from deep within you and take them into his mouth. You turned to look at him, and he was moving toward the back wall, his fingers still between his lips.

After you’d shampooed and rinsed your hair again, you turned to Josh to find him already looking at you. Sitting on the small bench in the corner of the dimly lit shower, the shadows of his face were dark, making the structure of his jaw look much more pronounced than usual. His eyes also looked darker; more lustful, causing another budding warmth to spread between your legs.

You watched as he extended his arms out toward you, making repeated grabbing motions with his hands. You giggled before walking over to him and standing in the space between his knees.

“You look so gorgeous, mama. So pretty when you’re wet like this for me,” he said, a grin spreading across his face at his own innuendo.

You snickered. “Shut up,” you managed, mid-chuckle.

“I can’t. You’re too good,” he murmured, pulling you into his lap to straddle him, so close that the tip of his cock rested on your lower belly. You let the smallest moan spill from your lips at the feeling, and his eyes flicked up to yours, his irises impossibly darker than they had been just a moment before. You rolled your hips into him, and he cracked another smile.

“God, Josh. Please.”

His lips planted a long, open-mouthed kiss between your breasts, and your fingers tangled themselves in his drying curls. He hummed against your sternum, making your entire chest vibrate and fill with warmth. You felt your nipples harden as his hands roamed over your spine.

“My sweet baby. So polite,” he said, his lips touching your skin as he spoke. He changed his focus to your breasts as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked it, while his hand cupped you from underneath, gently squeezing the swell in time with the laps of his tongue.

You ground your hips into him harder now, begging him for his cock with more than just your words. He moved to your other breast to repeat his ministrations before giving in to your pleading and lifting your hips. He teased your clit with his tip, making your legs twinge before he slipped into your entrance. You gradually lowered your hips until you’d taken him in his entirety, and you felt yourself relax as you settled against him.

“Oh fuck, Josh,” you breathed, “So fucking deep.”

He moaned at your words, his eyebrows scrunched as he looked at you. “Feels so fucking good like this,” he strained, “Fast and deep this round, yeah?”

You took your turn to moan at him. “Mmm please,” you breathed.

“Haven’t even moved and you’re still begging. This is gonna be messy, he chuckled, “and really fucking loud.”

“Shit–,” you started, but you were interrupted by the feeling of your hips being lifted and dropped, quickly shoving his cock inside you as far as it could possibly go. You let out a squeal and he grunted, his hands finding residence over the curve of your ass, helping to guide you as you bounced in his lap. Eventually, he let you take over your movements, opting to wrap his arms all the way around your back and bury his face in your neck.

You moved quickly, but still made long strokes, almost ridding yourself of his cock entirely each time you raised your hips. In a matter of less than a second, you found yourself rising yet again. You dropped your hips with such force that the sound of your soaked skin meeting his each time you came down quickly became more ominous than the droning sound of the water from the shower hitting nothing but the floor.

As you perfected your rhythm, you felt his breathing change, and you knew that he was close. You noticed that he would hold his breath for a few moments, straining, trying to hold off his climax just a bit longer, and then he would take rapid, short breaths and then repeat with various moans and grunts mixed in.

His head separated from your neck, and you watched it tilt back, his face absolutely twisted and flushed a deep red. His eyes were screwed shut, and if you hadn’t known any better, you would have been afraid that you were hurting him. However, his cock throbbing in your pussy served as reassurance. You strained every muscle in your legs to move faster than you had before, and you felt the intensity of his impending orgasm rise to the absolute brink. He was fighting with absolutely everything he had not to let go, and still, you pushed him. You felt yourself rise again, but this time, in the midst of all of his moaning and the squelching sounds of your pussy sliding around all over his cock, you misjudged your placement, and he slipped from your entrance as you lowered yourself, his tip slipping up and out of your folds, his shaft pressed hard against your clit.

A guttural moan ripped from his chest as he released a breath he’d been holding. He gasped and moaned, trying desperately to catch his breath and process the sudden feeling of his cock not being swallowed by your heat. His hands gripped you harder than they had the entire time as he attempted to regain his composure.

His eyes found yours and he watched you half-lidded as you tried to regulate your breath. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest while he throbbed against your clit.

“Fuck, I’m sor–,”

He interrupted your breathy apology by crashing his lips into yours in a needy, feverish kiss. He licked and sucked at you bottom lip while he rocked his hips into you, sliding your clit along the shaft of his cock. You cried out into his mouth at the sensation and he continued, gripping your hips and pressing them into his own to create more pressure against your clit as you continued your wordless praises.

“Cum for me, mama. Cum on my cock.”

“Ohh, Josh,” you cried out, gripping his curls in your fingers as he held you up. “Want you,” you panted, “to cum, t-too.”

“Mmmm I will, don’t worry,” he grinned, “I’m right behind you, sweet girl. You need me here? Or back inside?”

“Fuck, put it back in,” you panted, “please.”

“Godddd-dammit, I love it when you beg me for my cock,” he breathed, as he moved you up and down his length.

Your legs trembled underneath you as they did a shoddy job of holding your weight. Your whimpers grew higher and louder as you bounced in his lap, sure that the tip of his cock was tapping at your cervix. You clenched every muscle in your walls around him, just savoring the feeling of your pussy being filled to the point of stretching over and over again before you erupted into your orgasm, and he into his immediately afterward.

He grunted and strained as his hips paused before pulling back and pushing up again, filling you with his cum at each pause. When he had finished, you felt him lean back against the wall of the shower to finish coming down, and you went with him, your head in the crook of his neck.

When both of you had regained control of your hearts and lungs, he helped you to stand before joining you under the now-cool water of the shower. He slipped his arms around your waist and pressed his lips into the spot between your neck and shoulder, gently swaying you both back and forth. You let the cool water hit the searing skin of your chest, leaning your head back into him.

He pulled his lips from your neck and kissed the shell of your ear, still swaying you back and forth.

“And tii-ii-iime goo-oess byy-y sooo sloww-lyy-y,

And tiiiime– can dooo so-o much,

Aaa-are you-ou-ou still miiiiiiiiiiiineeeee,

I-iiiii neeee-eee-eed your loo-ovee,”

He paused and placed a kiss under the side of your jaw, sliding his hands over the front of your body before pulling his head back slightly.

“Iiii- I need your lo-love,

Godspeeeed your lo-oveee too-oo-oo-ooo me-ee-eee.”

[brucespringsteen]

Ever been so lonely. You lock yourself up in your room n start living inside your head. That's when you gotta reach out for somebody to remind you that you're a real human being ❗️❗️❗️ that's when I need a little help. I need some help now. I gotta say I'm so lonely sometimes. so loooonely sometimes. I wanna cry cry cry

[innytoes]

Leverage Redemption 2.06

-aka The Daddy Issues Job.

-Sophie no, you can’t axe the gloat. The gloat is the best part. It’s in the Leverage International handbook! The hackers have a ‘best gloat selfie’ competition going. Drones are involved!

-Breanna is the best little sister in the world I love her so much.

-I do love the implication there is no other reason for Eliot to ever go to the state of Oklahoma.

-Breanna: He has a father? 100% Hardison at one point told Nana’s kids that Eliot was a super solider grown in a vat.

-Eliot: I’m a loooone wolf Parker: okay buddy Breanna: surejan dot gif

-HOLY PLOT TWIST BATMAN. (Also dancing from fandom: Eliot and Jake separated at birth twins y/y.)

-They’re all trying to be there for Eliot my heart.

-Love Eliot’s dad walking in to his house being taken over. They did it to Nate, they’ll do it to any vaguely dad-shaped person.

-Okay I get speeding off dramatically but Harry was still inside and the front door wasn’t locked???? I am??? No??? (Also I am very mad their sham house has a place for a dog yet no dog.)

-PLAID SHIRTS RUN IN THE FAMILY.

-So do cheesy one-liners.

-Breanna is like: Okay now I have a Nana and a grandpa.

-FINISH telling him about the robot bodies. Just... Eliot sitting on the couch grumbling while Parker tells his dad stuff and every time he tries to cut her off his dad is like: no I want to hear this.

-Just me making high-pitched noises at the end there

[silentnightevilnight]

well yes, it’s hers, but he likes you more so of course i’m gonna ask you…

and maybe if you let me we can also spend some time together…

-🦇

📞...

hrhhhhheuuuuhhhhhhhn.... spend time with biiilly? I'm a loooone wolf , pack of one, outsider, individualist, hermit, nonconformist, a....HOSER some may say!

mmm'not exactly a casanova so I think I'll stick with the attic fhhehhhh..

[smokeys-house]

🎶 Just a small town dog. Posting on her loooonely blooog 🎶

[originalitysquared]

Me, having a normal one: YOU KNOW, WHEN I WAS A LONELY LONELY LOOOONELY CHILD...

[vorefluff]

Introductions

Just an experimental little snippet of a story! If people enjoy it, I might do some more with this crew. Damien, Yarrop, Co, and Ribbonsy. 

1.2k words, safe v0re.

Ribbonsy leans dramatically on Co as they sit on the couch. Yarrop’s gaming is a bit boring. Nothing is processing right. It’s just a bunch of sounds and images to them at the moment. “I’m coooooooold,” they complain lightheartedly. 

“Are you?” Co says and raises his eyebrow, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“Mhm,” Ribbonsy hums and nods. 

Co shrugs. “Well, I suppose there’s nothing I can do about that.” 

Ribbonsy recognizes the teasing tone to Co’s voice, taking it as a subtle cue that they’re okay to continue. In mock protest, Ribbonsy stretches out and lays across Co, trapping the man in place. “Liar.”

“Well I suppose - “ Co starts, cut short by the front door slamming open. 

“Where’s Yarrop?” Damien interrupts. 

Co points at the other couch, where Yarrop is laying on his side playing his games. Yarrop lazily looks up and sighs. He pauses and hits the button to save. 

Damien wastes no time and makes a beeline for the man that takes fashion tips from a swamp. No pleasantries, no questions, nothing - Damien just straight up bites Yarrop’s exposed shoulder. Yarrop rolls his eyes. Here he goes again. 

“You suppose what?” Ribbonsy asks Co, redirecting back to their conversation. 

“I suppooooose I might be able to help a bit,” Co says and gives them a peck on the forehead. His gaze drifts back to Yarrop, who’s rapidly shrinking in Damien’s jaws.

Ribbonsy follows his glance. “Just don’t bite me.” 

“You know I only bite if you ask,” Co chuckles. At this point, Yarrop looked like a chew toy in Damien’s jaws. Damien tosses his head back carelessly and swallows, Yarrop disappearing down his gullet in the blink of an eye. 

“And don’t do that either,” Ribbonsy says, offering the back of their hand to Co. 

“Already made up your mind, huh? Lets get your hair braided first. I don’t care much for swallowing a cotton ball today.” Co twirls his fingers in the long gravity defying strands of Ribbonsy’s hair. 

Ribbonsy sighs and rolls over onto their front, so Co could easier help braid. “I suppoooooose,” they say, playfully echoing Co’s tone from a moment ago. They take a large section of their own hair and start braiding. 

Co starts braiding a section too, taking care to make it look nice, as opposed to Ribbonsy’s method of quick and functional. 

The sound of the fridge opening has the two looking up again. Damien rummages through, pauses, then shrugs and pulls out the milk carton. And. Drinks directly from the jug. 

“Why are you like this?” Co asks him, exasperated.

Damien pauses for a moment. “Who cares? There’s only a cup left anyway,” he says and finishes off the jug. 

“Alright, alright, fine. Don’t forget to rinse it!” Co says, keeping an eye out. 

Damien, who was very clearly about to throw it in the recycle without rinsing it, rolls his eyes and stops at the sink.

Co turns his attention back to Ribbonsy. “Milk. Milk! It curdles! It’s the worst thing to put in with a passenger. I have no idea how Yarrop puts up with that,” he says with a head shake as he reaches about the halfway point of the braid. 

“I don’t have a clue. If you ever dumped milk on my head like that, I’d move out,” Ribbonsy says bluntly.

“Awh. But I’d be so loooonely.” Co whines.

“You’d still have Lance,” Ribbonsy points out.

“That would be so awkward. Here’s my boyfriend, and then here’s my boyfriend’s partner, that just happens to be my ex that dumped me,”

“You’d be the one that dumped me, the moment you dump milk on my head,” Ribbonsy clarifies.

Co sighs dramatically.

“That’s your choice! Don’t dump milk on my head, or be lonely,” Ribbonsy says and pats Co’s cheek with finality.

“Alright, alright. You win. I suppose I won’t dump milk on your head,” Co says, gathering the hair sections in between his fingers on one hand and putting both his hands up in surrender.

“You say that like you were considering doing it,” Ribbonsy says, raising an eyebrow at him in concern.

“Nah. You don’t have to worry. I wouldn’t do that to you, promise. I’m just teasing, sweet.” Co says as he finishes the braid he was working on. When he lets go of it, it gently floats away.

“You better not,” Ribbonsy says, rolling back over and holding their hand out to Co again. 

Co takes it and gently kisses the back of it, holding his lips there. All that’s really needed is lip contact, and he isn’t crude like Damien who would just bite someone. At least, not without asking first.

On a non-physical level, Co sort of… pulls. The more he pulls, the faster Ribbonsy decreases in size. So he keeps it at a decent pace - not too fast, to avoid disorientation. Certainly slower than what they had witnessed a few moments ago.

Ribbonsy looks around as they shrink, never getting tired of the way their perspective warps. As the room becomes massive, as the coffee table stretches to look like a football field, as the carpet turns to rough terrain. 

Soon enough, Co’s ‘kiss’ covers their entire forearm. At this scale, his beard looks wild and unkempt. Ribbonsy runs their hand free hand through it, and Co snickers. 

Co moves Ribbonsy a bit away from his face. “Still want to warm up?”

“I dunno, maybe I should just stay out and get frostbite. Make this whole thing unnecessary,” Ribbonsy says and gestures vaguely.

“Alright, alright, if that’s what you want,” Co says with a shrug and starts moving the lad even further away. 

“No! I meant it as a joke! Get your face back over here!” Ribbonsy protests, smacking Co’s palm to add emphasis.

“Alright, alright,” Co says, trying not to laugh. He brings Ribbonsy back to his face and rolls out the red carpet. 

Ribbonsy climbs onto Co’s tongue and gets comfortable, letting the warm air wash over them. They can imagine Co’s fruity breath, although both smell and taste as senses you lose when small. Ribbonsy tucks their braids under them so they don’t get caught on Co’s teeth. “Okay I’m good.”

Co pulls his tongue back in with Ribbonsy on it, careful not to knock them into his teeth on the way in. He hums as Ribbonsy lays there for a moment. 

“HEY CASPER!” Damien shouts. 

Co startles, and then sighs. 

“Caaaaasperrrrrrrrr,” Damien calls again from the end of the house. 

Fiiiiiiine, fine. Co stands up and starts heading towards Damien’s room, across from Ribbonsy’s. 

“Casper!” 

Ok, ok. Co gently swallows, sending Ribbonsy down a bit sooner than he’d have liked.

“CAS-”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Co yells back after he frees his mouth. He gently runs his thumb over where Ribbonsy rests inside as he walks. 

Co opens Damien’s door and leans on the doorframe. “What do you need?” He asks as he surveys the scene. ‘Art’ projects everywhere, and a very very liberal amount of eye searingly bright neon colors on everything. Co let them paint their walls, and Damien’s chosen to have three hypersaturated colors. Two red walls, a green, and a cyan. Which is… not something Co would have chosen, that’s for sure. But, well, he can always paint the walls back to a more normal color after Damien moves out. 

Damien turns towards Co and gives a toothy grin. “Peo’le were mean in the video game and now I wanna ruin their day.”

“That’s it?” Co asks. This is what Damien interrupted him for?

“Yeah. So you in?”

Co sighs. “Sure,” he says, holding his hand out.

“Hell yea!” Damien says and throws a controller Co’s way. 

Co lunges forward to catch it and nearly misses. He shakes his head and plops down on a bean bag on the floor next to Damien. 

“How’s Yarrop holding up?” Co asks, pointing his thumb towards Damien’s midsection. 

Damien shrugs. “Lotsa kicking.” 

“One of these days he’s going to stab you, you know that right? You’ve seen that guy’s knife collection.”

Damien waves it off. “Yeah, yeah. He’s done that plen’y. He always has at least three knives on him, yadda yadda yadda. I’m fine.”

Co winces. The idea of getting stabbed from the inside, multiple times, and still remaining friends is. Certainly something. The idea of stabbing someone from inside and still remaining friends is.

Eugh. Anyway. Co turns his attention back to the game he’s been roped into joining. “So what’re we doing?” 

“Trolling the hell out of these guys until they rage quit.”

“What did they do?”

“They insulted my outfit.”

Co looked at the clashing color combinations, horrendously clipping pieces, and nothing that makes sense put together on Damien’s character model. “Isn’t that the point?”

[koka-mi]

I'm not PEERRRRFECT BUT I KEEP TRYYYING CAUSE THAT'S WHAT I SAAID I WOULD DO FROM THE START I'M NOT ALIVE IF I'M LOOOONELY SO PLEASE DOOOON'T LEAVE WAS IT SOMETHING I SAAAID OR JUST MY PERSONALITYYYYYYYYYYYY