I'm sick and tired of them. Especially one particularly abusive one. He's abusive and he doesn't even know it. Or rather he prolly does and doesn't give a fuck. Jesus fucking christ. And the bastard won over my mother too back in the day, so she doesn't believe me when i told her he was abusive. Abuse, means any kind. Emotional or verbal or physical. Just because it wasn't physical abuse doesn't mean it isn't abuse.
He's always thinking: I've been a good boy (which is bull shit) and I don't deserve it when chicks leave me for other girls. Well technically in my eyes, your paying your karma debt off, for all the shit you put on me and the others. I just was dumped because you didn't like my teasing and flirty nature, even though I would have been the one to stay. Sadly, I know.
But still. Get the fucking stick out of your ass and be nice for once. And then maybe some chick won't leave you. But maybe it can't be done because of your hate to the world and your eyes are only on yourself. You're so god damned blind.
OH. AND I'M NOT A FUCKING SLUT! AND STOP CALLING ME THAT!
I'm really sick of this bullshit, and you say I've changed, and damned right I have. And ultimately for the fucking better. I'm not coming back to you, and it's stupid even talking to you, because of that shit covered stick up your ass.
Get a clue david.
Welcome to the Hunt
And so it has begun. The hunt, the race, all to capture me. My thoughts and my words, caught in nets of the finest material. Welcome to my blog, enjoy and be entertained. Everyone should reach into their mind, and especially their heart, at least every once in a while. I'm trying to do that on a regular basis. I won't judge, or at least I will try not to. I won't criticize harshly, only truthfully. I will open up, be free for once, and let my fingers do the talking. Typing down the words that I won't speak out loud. The feelings. The emotions. The truth. What is it to be honest? Ever wonder? What is it to be truthful? What is the purpose of a lie? What is the purpose of life? In this hunt, questions may or may not be answered. Do not be disappointed, do not be saddened. Stand strong and track me down.
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