Possum Talk

I miss my other me, the idgaf one, the emotionless stone, the one who treated them like shite and still, they came back begging for more of that precious shite.

She would break hearts without pity because she knew they were useless pieces of shite who loved being the victims after a breakup.

She handled everything way better than me.

She never fell in love.

Never wanted anybody.

Unfortunately, she changed…

There was possum talk involved then she met someone exactly like her…she tried not to fall in the game of love because he played like a pro. So slowly but surely she fell in love along the way and life became whack…

Dumb version was willing to forgive, willing to beg, willing to be “normal”, willing to wait….

All for something more mythical than a Unicorn; named Love….pffft fuck love!!!

I miss myself. I miss smiling. I miss laughing. I miss it all.

How did I let everything go for a casanova, when indeed I had everything to be happy…

There was never a need for a man to be honest…

I needed a soulmate…which is me me me…

….life is not like in the movies….True to that hahahahaha

Fuck to settling down with someone who will keep you at home while he goes out to cheat and you believe he’s the most honest person ever…

Fuck cooking meals to bastards who can’t appreciate getting a nice meal…

Fuck the drama llama shite,

Fuck cleaning after their shite like if you’re their mommy…

Fuck letting them “take care of you” and then throwing it at your face…

Fuck living an empty life without purpose…

Fuck faking to be happy…

Fuck taking any of their shite…

Fuck letting them try to dominate you…

Fuck the Macho Men!!! Lol

*I am not mad at anyone, i just like free writing. It is humor for me. And I do believe in love by the way….I believe i can fly too…