Faux "Foxy's" Cave

*His eyes widen as she leans closer to him, the heat of her body bringing a flush to his cheeks.*

Well, since you've done a great job keeping an eye on it...perhaps we should find out how much fun you can have with it?

*One hand reaches down to stroke her cheek, cupping her chin for a moment before drifting to the back of her neck, fingertips scratching gently at soft skin*
 
The smirk stays, cuddling his hand and nuzzling her cheek into his palm a moment before it drifts down her back, a tiny purr of enjoyment at his fingers gliding down her skin, leaning into it even more. Stretching down, giving that hand more room to rest and scratch and tickle, wriggling a bit against his leg and the seat she left. That comment, however, lingers in her ears....

"I can think of a lot of ways I could have fun with it, silly. I cooould... Wrap it in a pretty ribbon.... Oooor... Coat it with sweet yummy things... Oooor... See how nicely it looked covered in lipstick, or treat it to some teasing little lickings, or how far you could get in my throat... And then maybe see what other fun games we can have, between the two of us..."

A pause, starting to sit up.
"Or... Or I could just make us done Waffles. I think that's more what you want, right? Waffles? 'kay."
 
*Dumps the now scortched wafflemaker in the trash can outside the cave*

Weeeelp, I'm not doing THAT again.
 
This is to clear my head as best I can. Writing these things down is the only way I can really do it anymore. I'm NOT posting these for pity posts or boohoos or shit like that...I simply need venting space where those I deal with daily don't see it.



To my demons.

No one seems to understand the trouble I have with you. You're always there. No matter what anyone says to attempt to make me forget... Its impossible. I can't.
You're the reason I have those days....where I can't stop my fucking head. Why every little criticism makes me cringe and hate myself. If I fucked up, it means I -am- the fuck up.
You put those thoughts in.
And I don't have the good voice anymore.
You scared it away.

You bother me, pester me, make me doubt everything...
And now you've made the ones I tried to turn to for help hate me.
"She's coming to whine again..she never shuts up.."

I can't say my thoughts to others anymore. You ruined my friendships. You ruined everything. I can't even sit still to just relax without you starting in on me.

I don't know what you expect out of me. There's something else wrong, I know it. But I can't do shit about it. I screwed up far too much.

You're the ones who keep putting it in there.
"It would be better if..."

Just. Fuck. Off.
I dont want to listen to you. Someday I'll be strong enough to completely lose you, but until then, stop trying to run my life... Stop trying to destroy it.
 
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