before he has even tasted sweet delight, the stars are already conspiring against him tonight

Thinking too much is a curse. Being rejected is not scary. Being alone is not scary. What is scary is when affection is misplaced and affixed onto a human entity, fashioned by the sum of one’s feelings, perception, judgment, interaction and experience. The human entity slowly peels away and leaves behind a human shell, with the affection still attached. The horror is not affection misplaced. It is the collective sum of one’s feelings, perception, judgment, interactions and experience, forming the totality of one’s existence that is under siege.

*learning to be emo like XY, haha*