Sugar based diets rot your teeth. Switch to Splenda, still a goddamn lie.
Stop playing victim. All I see is misery, not reason to help.
I love watching you pretend to be a nice guy. You’re a fucking waste.
Your fake afflictions: I met them with kindness and left with emptiness.
Empty and full of words, lies are funny like that. But then so are you.
Your embarrassment is high, like your raised glass to things I never did.
When your loved one makes a toast to things you haven’t accomplished: Cheers! To saving face. I’m OK with who I am, but clearly you’re not.
“I don’t even know why she still talks to him” behind my back even though I encouraged you to face your HIM, so that you could move on like I did, like I will “date anyone with a pulse” is what you told someone about me and you, one-on-one it’s better it’s real it’s honestly why do you bring me down? is it so you’re not alone? because you’ve been alone for so long I […]
Do not put me down just so you are not alone. I am not like you.