EvilSatanArseRapist
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I love you so fucking much. I genuinely don’t know what I’m gonna do now. I went all in. I gave my everything. I did everything I fucking could. I tried my fucking best.
I felt loved and wanted for once in my fucking life. I should have known it was too good to be true.
I don’t know how I’ll get over this, when I’ll get over this, if I’ll get over this anytime soon. I don’t think so. I think it will be fucking hell on earth for quite a long time.
I don’t know how to fucking cope anymore.
They were my best friend, my fucking psychologist, the love of my life, everything. I don’t have anything else. It’s all fucking gone.
The only thing I drew any sort of self-worth from was from you.
I’m fucking praying and delusionally and desperately clinging on to the quite retarded hope that it’s some sort of fucking nightmare, that my biggest fear didn’t come true just now.
I don’t know what to do anymore, right?
I mean, they told me many fucking times not to kill myself, and I loved them still more than myself, and I won’t. I promised, and I don’t know if I’ll even want to. I hope I won’t want to. I don’t know.
I’m writing and dictating all of this to ChatGPT because my hands are trembling too much to type.
I genuinely am fucking lost.
I don’t wanna get over you. I wanna get back. It’s the only thing I fucking want.I actually thought this fucking shit was gonna last, genuinely. I, I wanted to do so much more shit.
fuck, everything reminds me of them, everything. How will I ever get over all the fucking inside jokes, the thousand fucking memories, the I think I have 800 pictures of them in my gallery. Fuck, fuck.My whole fucking life depended on them. If I saw their smile, it made my day, no matter how good or how bad the day already was. There's nothing else. I spent hours thinking about days, probably weeks, to be honest, months, not months, but weeks of time thinking about them. Probably spent a week on my life in the train, probably more actually, just to get to them. What the fuck? I thought I was gonna see them in a fucking week, but I guess I'm not. I had so much shit lined up I wanted to do for them. I would have done everything. I would have given my mother's heart to them to feed the dog. I would have done everything for them.
Fuck. Um, I'll climb a roof now. I'll see what happens from there.
I felt loved and wanted for once in my fucking life. I should have known it was too good to be true.
I don’t know how I’ll get over this, when I’ll get over this, if I’ll get over this anytime soon. I don’t think so. I think it will be fucking hell on earth for quite a long time.
I don’t know how to fucking cope anymore.
They were my best friend, my fucking psychologist, the love of my life, everything. I don’t have anything else. It’s all fucking gone.
The only thing I drew any sort of self-worth from was from you.
I’m fucking praying and delusionally and desperately clinging on to the quite retarded hope that it’s some sort of fucking nightmare, that my biggest fear didn’t come true just now.
I don’t know what to do anymore, right?
I mean, they told me many fucking times not to kill myself, and I loved them still more than myself, and I won’t. I promised, and I don’t know if I’ll even want to. I hope I won’t want to. I don’t know.
I’m writing and dictating all of this to ChatGPT because my hands are trembling too much to type.
I genuinely am fucking lost.
I don’t wanna get over you. I wanna get back. It’s the only thing I fucking want.I actually thought this fucking shit was gonna last, genuinely. I, I wanted to do so much more shit.
fuck, everything reminds me of them, everything. How will I ever get over all the fucking inside jokes, the thousand fucking memories, the I think I have 800 pictures of them in my gallery. Fuck, fuck.My whole fucking life depended on them. If I saw their smile, it made my day, no matter how good or how bad the day already was. There's nothing else. I spent hours thinking about days, probably weeks, to be honest, months, not months, but weeks of time thinking about them. Probably spent a week on my life in the train, probably more actually, just to get to them. What the fuck? I thought I was gonna see them in a fucking week, but I guess I'm not. I had so much shit lined up I wanted to do for them. I would have done everything. I would have given my mother's heart to them to feed the dog. I would have done everything for them.
Fuck. Um, I'll climb a roof now. I'll see what happens from there.
Anyways here is the breakup text, traduced from italian by chatgpt:
Luis.
For me, you have been a million beautiful moments and a wonderful person. I loved you very much, and I care deeply about you and about your well-being as a person.
The reason I was crying that evening, in bed, and telling you that I truly wasn’t okay, was not a lie; I saw you, I saw how much you loved me and how much you cared about me, and I cried. Because unfortunately I can no longer give you all the love you need. I no longer feel the same feelings as before; I don’t love you anymore.
What made me cry, and what still made me cry, is how much I didn’t want to tell you this so as not to hurt you, because I know how much you care about me and how important I am to you. I care about you very much, and I’m sorry that I’m not the right person for you. I started crying because you trusted me so much that you let yourself be caressed, you hugged me, and you talked to me about all your thoughts — and I, who loved you so much, am no longer able to welcome you because I no longer feel that feeling that united us.
I wish you the best, and I beg you to always remember that you are not the cause of this, and that my inability does not make you any less the wonderful person that you are.
I’m leaving you because I no longer feel in love, and I can’t see you as anything more than someone I cared very deeply about.
I’m very sorry to have to tell you this like this, but I have reflected on it for quite some time and I tried many times to convince myself that it wasn’t true, even though it is.
For me, you have been a million beautiful moments and a wonderful person. I loved you very much, and I care deeply about you and about your well-being as a person.
The reason I was crying that evening, in bed, and telling you that I truly wasn’t okay, was not a lie; I saw you, I saw how much you loved me and how much you cared about me, and I cried. Because unfortunately I can no longer give you all the love you need. I no longer feel the same feelings as before; I don’t love you anymore.
What made me cry, and what still made me cry, is how much I didn’t want to tell you this so as not to hurt you, because I know how much you care about me and how important I am to you. I care about you very much, and I’m sorry that I’m not the right person for you. I started crying because you trusted me so much that you let yourself be caressed, you hugged me, and you talked to me about all your thoughts — and I, who loved you so much, am no longer able to welcome you because I no longer feel that feeling that united us.
I wish you the best, and I beg you to always remember that you are not the cause of this, and that my inability does not make you any less the wonderful person that you are.
I’m leaving you because I no longer feel in love, and I can’t see you as anything more than someone I cared very deeply about.
I’m very sorry to have to tell you this like this, but I have reflected on it for quite some time and I tried many times to convince myself that it wasn’t true, even though it is.
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