If I upset you or hurt you in some way, I’m really sorry
Or if you’re embarrassed about Malcolm walking in, I’ve caught him doing way worse, it’s really fine
SconesOfAyor:
Am I making things worse?
I’m probably making things worse
SconesOfAyor:
48 hours since SOA4??
SconesOfAyor:
Wait, maybe you’re just burnt out on the game after all the speedrunning
Which makes sense and I am being a dumbass about it
SconesOfAyor:
I’m being totally weird, aren’t I?
You probably just have, you know, a life
And I’m here worried that you hate me because I kissed you
I really wanted to kiss you
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that
But it’s true
SconesOfAyor:
Please talk to me
SconesOfAyor:
I’m watching your stream right now
It’s my favourite part of the game
Sometimes I feel like I’m the broken cloud
I try to fix things and I make them worse
Like this, I think
SconesOfAyor:
I miss you
Tears sting my eyes when I reach the end of Damien’s wall of text, and I can feel the weight of everything tonight—everything from the past two days—crushing me all at once.
I’ve spent this whole time worrying that I’m too much, that I’m overwhelming, that I want him more than he wants me—meanwhile he’s sent me a goddamnnovelabout how much he misses me when I’m not online. I’ve spent thiswhole time feeling guilty for kissing him out of the blue—not to mention…everything else—but he wanted to kiss me, too.
As if I’mnotthe polluted cloud. As if I’m the one that brings life to the world.