you're here because i need a place to say all the things i can't say, well i guess won't say because i'm a chicken aka non-confrontational for like my whole life. when i was a child, i would hide during my birthday parties to see if anyone noticed i was gone. now i let boys make me cry at age 46, i think. i'm so exhausted i don't even remember my age. got it wrong for a whole six months after my last "however old i was" birthday last year. last night i was chatting with my "boyfriend" when he interrupted the whole vibe to share something with me. i was kind of intrigued. did he pay attention to my discord post a few hours earlier related to how fast mah brain works? that's what i was expecting. instead, i got this, which left me scrambling for the meaning of life and crying and pooping my pants, snotting my nose and all kinds of stuff. okay, i didn't poop, so there's that. i might as well have. bruh. ass-forking.-hole. anywa...
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