Bought meself a new nightlight!
Yesterday I finally managed to pull off my birthday scavenger for the boyfriend and he did not look too surprised despite the tremendous amount of effort I put it but ah, what can I do.
But of course, it bought me to a revelation.
I know it clearly now.
I know it clearly now.
He is sent by the ghosts of all my ex boyfriends' past.
I was the insufferable cunt who laid back and did nothing and let them carry the weight of our relationship on their fraught shoulders. They try and try and put a demigod's effort into pleasing me and all I do is ignore it. And then a whirlwind of my indecisiveness later, I leave them in devastation and with six hundred scars from hell.
That has to be it, no?
If not, why do I try and try for this boyfriend but get everything backfired on me? How did my purest intentions end up stabbing me in my own foot?
This is truly my karma for fucking over the men of my past.
You.
You sad thing.
You are reading this, aren't you? You who I fucked over in 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 or God forbid, even earlier. I probably have already forgotten your name while you hate me with fire's passion for taking a shit on your love all those years ago but hey, don't worry, I'm in my own personal stagnant hell now.
Well at least once I do my time, I'd be a free fucking bird again.
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