hellscape: pairing is mandatory because god said

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So my convo with pie.eyes started out decently enough, but oh my god it was boring. Nobunny seemed into it. I mean I tried but…


Then one day I got sick of it. He didn’t wanna talk or hang, he just talked about random things…

——

pie.eyes: You are welcome ❤️


Queen: Do you just wanna call it?


Queen: Your responses indicate lack of interest. I assure you, my feelings are more sensitive to the fruitless investment of time than they are to a quick easy "no thanks." 😊


pie.eyes: I'm honestly absolutely terrible at talking to people. I don't know how to continue conversations which I apologize for.


Queen: It's okay. It means we don't mix well.


pie.eyes: I haven't had a girlfriend yet either so I kinda feel like I'm fucked. 😂❤️


Queen: That sucks, sorry to hear it


Queen: Most people don't have relationships anymore anyway so it doesn't really mean much to your peers probably


pie.eyes: I understand that. Though I do want someone to marry and grow old with, and watch out children grow up. That's just me though, I don't really know how other people feel and I'm starting to think nobody really wants that anymore


pie.eyes: Which is very sad to think ❤️


Queen: Idk, I sure as hell don't want that


Queen: Most people probably think it's sad that more people don't want what they do. That makes it really hard to find that one specific magical person ig.


 pie.eyes: Yeah ❤️


Queen: Well, I hope you find who and what you're looking for! 😊😊😊

(There was a part missing where i doubt that would happen for me.)


 pie.eyes: I doubt that. You seem like a wonderful person ❤️


 pie.eyes: I'm sure there's someone for you ❤️


Queen: I am.


Queen: Doesn't matter tho. 😊


 pie.eyes: What do you mean by that? ❤️


 Queen: not everyone winds up with somebody 💁‍♀️


Queen: I mean yes i am a wonderful person, no i will not find the person i want.


pie.eyes: God has a plan for everyone. Just trust in the process. ❤️


Queen: Thanks for the toxic positivity. Maybe it's more positive not to wait for Prince Charming, to make my own money, give myself orgasms, and learn how to love my own company and be my own soulmate. Or ig trust Fictional Sky Dad. 





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