this message may be offensive
you know i love you because i actually do. i cherish you, i adore you, but i want to protect you from every cunt in this world. i hate your choices, i despise those choices of yours that hurt both of us, but i can do nothing about it, and maybe, just maybe, neither can you. it’s not your fault, it’s those cunts’, but you kind of contribute when you make some of your fucking choices. i just want to escape with you, but i keep wanting, and if it were in my hands, i would step on them and take you with me.