Don’t do it
It won’t be worth it.
Unacceptable.
Shut up.
You know what’s unacceptable?
You’re dead
He’s in Mexico
He’s fucked off and I bought a bra and a swimsuit for him that cost over $100 and now I’m stuck with them
Making awkward eye contact with my past in the closet.
And you
You come in here with your oh I’m so wise because I’m dead
And it won’t make you feel better
And nothing makes me feel better
And oh why didn’t you talk about me
You damn well know why just
Just wait I need to get my story straight
I still don’t know why you are
You are who you are
And you say it’s bad decisions
And I say
I want to be the look on his face when he goes to his truck thinking I have just disappeared off the fucking face of the earth because I’m not in his fucking space so he is completely over me
And he has acquired a black swimsuit I never wanted but I bought it for him
And a black bra I wore once
That I bought for him
And he has to go through
The same fucking thing I’ve gone through for weeks
Where he wants to say something
But he can’t
Because there’s no fucking words
So you go ahead and say it’s unfuckingacceptable chestnut
I’ll be over here
With all the people who stood by my side
Riiiiiiight
Beside
Me you
Either way it’s sarcasm.
I’m going to throw my trash into his truck where it belongs
And then I’m going to get fucking plastered.
Hermes thinks it’s funny.
So try again later.
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