

An IntroductionIt was the same thing every night since Markus had moved to the neighborhood. He would sit next to his window on the desk chair, looking across the yard, watching. He would come into his room at about nine, which was actually pretty late for Markus, and immediately go into the bathroom and look at himself. Markus couldn't help but watch his neighbor-- he had to, there was just something about what happened in that house that pulled at his heart in such a way. Sympathy? Pity? In any case, he would stare into his bathroom mirror, creamy eyes watering, mascara dripping down his flushed cheeks, trembling madly. Markus even knew why. He could hearAn Introduction


thank you for loving meSometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with him. I catch him talking to himself on occasion, I havent been going out with him for very long, and I dont really think I know much about him anymore. I thought I had him all figured out, but it turns out that I honestly dont know the first thing about him other than his blow jobs are absolutely amazing. Anyway, sometimes I find him in the kitchen making sandwiches or something, talking to himself, about himself. Things like how disappointing he is, or how useless, or ugly. Its like watching a depressing movie every time I hear him cutting himself down. But I act like I nthank you for loving me
Where are yooouu?
Don't be gone forever. :c
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It looks so good I just wanna'...
rub my face all in it.
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IT'S YOOOOULIFJDK
I hate you so much it's not even funny. DD:<
BUT I LOVE YOU TOO.
HI.
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE? D:
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It looks so good I just wanna'...
rub my face all in it.
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icon by *Kuurin
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