[ oh no... riddle is starting to wonder if he's the toxic one here... certainly, he knows he's an illogical lunatic makes about as much sense as the average overdramatic white girl, but it being put on blast like this while actually caring what the other person thinks is hard! normally this is the part where riddle just tells the other person to shut the fuck up (in classier terms) and do as he says, but that...probably won't fly in this situation.
oddly enough though, staring at the screencaps only leaves him feeling vindicated. riddle remembers too-- he remembers feeling like a moron, he remembers being afraid, he remembers going to bed lonely and wishing he didn't care so much. maybe this blowup is his punishment for running away that night instead of just being honest then and there. if that's the case, riddle is doubly determined to make sense of the mess he's making. it's the least he can do. ]
I don't think you're deficient in anything. Not missing anything is one thing, but not missing me... It just hurt to hear. It hurt my feelings.
[ he hates!!! admitting that!!! but if he's going to bitch and nag about wanting honesty, he needs to provide it in turn. ]
I despise sounding like a broken record, but it bears repeating, and I won't run away from the answer this time.
The first time I told you I love you and want to make you happy, it wasn't enough for you to simply reject me. You told me I was mistaken, that I was wrong... You can't possibly imagine how painful it was, being told something so awful. Truly, what should I have thought at that moment? Who in their right mind would feel accepted or supported by someone after they hurt them so much?
I'm not consistent. I'm not some even-tempered simpleton who goes with the flow. I'm obstinate and illogical. I acknowledge that I can be difficult, but as the saying goes, it is what it is. Telling you to speak and act a certain way before every conversation would be impractical, and as I said before, I don't want to be a tyrant who controls you.
I want you to want to share things with me of your own volition. I want to know what you want and what will make you happy as well.
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oddly enough though, staring at the screencaps only leaves him feeling vindicated. riddle remembers too-- he remembers feeling like a moron, he remembers being afraid, he remembers going to bed lonely and wishing he didn't care so much. maybe this blowup is his punishment for running away that night instead of just being honest then and there. if that's the case, riddle is doubly determined to make sense of the mess he's making. it's the least he can do. ]
I don't think you're deficient in anything. Not missing anything is one thing, but not missing me... It just hurt to hear. It hurt my feelings.
[ he hates!!! admitting that!!! but if he's going to bitch and nag about wanting honesty, he needs to provide it in turn. ]
I despise sounding like a broken record, but it bears repeating, and I won't run away from the answer this time.
The first time I told you I love you and want to make you happy, it wasn't enough for you to simply reject me. You told me I was mistaken, that I was wrong... You can't possibly imagine how painful it was, being told something so awful. Truly, what should I have thought at that moment? Who in their right mind would feel accepted or supported by someone after they hurt them so much?
I'm not consistent. I'm not some even-tempered simpleton who goes with the flow. I'm obstinate and illogical. I acknowledge that I can be difficult, but as the saying goes, it is what it is. Telling you to speak and act a certain way before every conversation would be impractical, and as I said before, I don't want to be a tyrant who controls you.
I want you to want to share things with me of your own volition. I want to know what you want and what will make you happy as well.