You’re still afraid to trust, still afraid to get close to anyone in fear that they’ll hurt you more than you hurt them. That lonely, sensitive heart of yours is better kept preserved in formaldehyde than being stuck inside your weak human body to beat on and on until it’s too late. You won’t be able to understand human intimacy, even five, ten years from now. Wouldn’t it be easier to give it up now? You’ll always be scum, disgusting trash that doesn’t even deserve to be scraped off the bottom of my heel. I do believe we’re similar beings, you and I.
youre wrong youre wrong youre so wrong that its funny i am nothing like you im different i can change i can get better i can learn to trust im different from how i was back then im not lonely anymore i have people that love me and wont use me and then leave me i might not understand why kido asks me to help her cook sometimes and then yells at me for trying to actually help her or why seto likes to pat me on the back two or three times or why kano laughs a little too loudly and throws his arm around my shoulders and drags me around to karaoke places or wherever he wants to go or why mary likes to sit next to me and read sometimes or why momo drags me out of the house to just go and play at the park in the neighborhood or why ene likes to play competitive games with me and ask for rematches even though i always win or why hibiya makes me buy him ice cream and makes me sit with him at the ice cream place or why konoha likes to sit on my bed and watch me use the computer and smiles at me and likes to hug me. i might not understand why they do that stuff and i might not like it all that much but im trying to learn why im trying my best so dont ever lump me in the same category as you ever again asshole
