❤️ ✋ Stop Being a D*ck to Yourself ✋ ❤️ (F4A) (Girlfriend Sees You Being Mean to Yourself) (Aggressive Affection) (Stop That RIGHT NOW)

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Oh, Wi-Fi, I don't remember your password. Shush. How would you expect me to retain this information when I can't even remember my PIN number? Honestly? Babe? Could you please help me? Guess my brain's not working.

Hello? You okay? Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Stop it.

You, you're doing it again. Being mean to yourself and slapping your head. Stop it.

Stop. Listen to me. Stop.

You will hurt yourself. Stop it. Come here.

You're not being silly. You're upset. Okay, well, you are silly, but you're also upset.

Darlene, what's the matter? Oh, that is absolute nonsense. Because you're not shit, you're not useless, and you can do lots of things right.

Oh, sweetheart. Come here. You are so mean to yourself.

If I was mean to you as you are to yourself, you'd say, oi, stop it. I know. I know.

I know you're trying. I know you're really stressed. You've got to stop being a dick to yourself.

You are. You are so mean. No, no, no, not to anyone else.

Just to you. Which is very bizarre. Your own biggest bully.

I know. I know you feel scared and like you can't do anything, and like everything's just going to go wrong, even if you try your hardest. I'm really sorry that it feels like, oh, it just feels way, way too much all the time.

I'm really sorry. I really, really wish I could just instantly make it better for you, but I think I'm just going to annoy you if I lie to you and say that's what I can do, because it's not. I am here, and I give a shit, and I see you.

And I can see that it's really, really fucking hard, and you're trying really hard just to stay afloat, and it's exhausting, and you just feel like, for fuck's sake, brain, give me some peace. And then it gives you the middle finger and says, ha, turbocharge, bitch. Stop that.

No saying sorry for feelings. You never have to be sorry for being sad, or overwhelmed, or just, ah, and you just feel exclamation point. I often feel exclamation point.

You are lovely. You are kind, and you are smart, and you know things that I wouldn't even begin to think about, because you're niche, and you're you, and you, I wish I was better at telling you how great you are. You're just, you're lovely.

You are so, so lovely, and I'm so sorry that sometimes your brain just goes, it's a badly paraphrased Jane Austen. If you were less lovely, I might be able to talk about it more. But you're not, so here we are.

I am just gonna have to squeeze you, because that's what's coming to mind. You don't have to say sorry. Because what's there to be sorry for, feeling? You're allowed to feel, you're allowed to be scared, you're allowed to say, ah, I don't know what I'm doing.

Yes, because it'll make me feel better about not knowing what I'm doing. Never. I never know what I'm doing.

I don't have any great plans, or thoughts for the future. I don't have any great plans, I'm just making it to Friday. Every single week, and thinking, I can't wait till I cool up with them, and forget about life.

That is my great plan. That is the master plan of me. And I've just realized my very good point.

My number one goal and thought of every single week is spending time with you. Because you are bloody lovely. Even when you doubt yourself, even when you're scared shitless, and you can't make a decision to save your life, you are lovely.

And it helps that your shampoo smells like strawberries, and I really like strawberries. I'm sorry if I'm not helping, I just like you so much. And I love you so much, and I want you to be happy and not stressed, but I recognize that those are human emotions, and we have to go through the emotions for some reason, and it's exhausting.

But I love you, and I like you, and I just think you're great. I do. I think you are my favorite person.

In fact, why am I saying think? I know you are. I know it, I know it, I feel it in my bones.

Because I'm an intuitive feeling, squishy, blobby sponge, and I just love you. And I want to make it instantly better, but apparently when people tell you their problems, they're not wanting you to make it instantly better, they're just wanting you to listen. So, this is not me trying to swoop in and be the hero, this is just me being here and loving you.

Do you understand? I'm not trying to condescend or tell you what to do, I just, I'm here, okay? I see you.

Even with a little bit of snot going down your face. I got you. No, you're still very cute.

Aw. Meh, rub your snotty nose all over me, it's fine. Cause it's you, you little squidge.

It's all fine. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

And you can cry and be scared and think, I don't know what the hell I'm doing, because I feel the same. Valid, honest, .