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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