Right, You are done...
Stop. STOP. This is it. I demand a cease fire. I am done, my hole is dug and I am ready to climb in for the long winter that I apparently have succumbed to. I have broke like I have seen many others break but it took me so much longer to get here. How many? 5? Crunch, smash, disregard. For them, all of them, it just took once, but I took it five times. And now here I am. I am broken. Thank you. Now dont touch me because all you will get is that hard outer shell that you showed me, I know what that feels like now, I have one of my own. I didnt want it. I was the adaptable one, I grew, I changed myself with each slap to the face. I didnt change, I grew, I am the one that is better for it. Hello narcissistic dribble, nice to see you back again, glad to know that through the melodrama one thing still stands the diarruhetic tests of time. Narcisism. So what do I do now? Go cry to someone? "Hello friend, carry my pain for a bit because you dont have enough of your own problems to deal with..." No one needs this. This is the temporal suffering that is merely a remnant of teen angst or a lack of mental health or emotional instability because what... I cant keep a guy? ha! If anyone says that I will slap them. Mean while I feel it crumble like a cinder that got the last vibration of heat sucked away by a long winded "it's not you, it's me" but in the end all that really means is "once again you arent lovable, sorry, it's not my fault. Friends?"