he’s too fucking perfect. i am obsessed. i’m drowning. i have fantasies about him loving me truly; and fantasies of him ripping me apart, cutting me, beating me, any physical contact is perfect. he’ll never think of me as anything more than a friend. i want him to love me. i want him to do what ever he pleases to me. tear me up. rip me the fuck apart. if someone else won’t hurt me the way i crave i’ll do it for myself. i love him. i want to never see him or think of him again.