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dont you dare come sauntering up to me and assume that you know what is going on. dont you think for a fucking second you know the whole story, because i dont even know the whole story. fuck you! how dare you just assume this is "for the best" that "the next one will be better" that "its not always this hard". what do you know about love. what do you know about hate? confusion and lonliness. about first times and last times. you take what you can when you can, because im willing to bet youre right about one thing- it only gets worse.
im just back in a hard spot now folks. bear with me, maybe ill post something cute to compensate. dont worry, im sure this is exactly what you- and probably he- wants of me, right? a dramatic post saying "fuck love and fuck you" and then i do one of two things: a- whore myself out to the ready and willing, and then b- join a nunnery. i should have seen it coming. i never painted anything for him. my creativity went down the drain. i didnt need an outlet. i had a better one.
why did i ever paint him a sunflower, anyway?
im just back in a hard spot now folks. bear with me, maybe ill post something cute to compensate. dont worry, im sure this is exactly what you- and probably he- wants of me, right? a dramatic post saying "fuck love and fuck you" and then i do one of two things: a- whore myself out to the ready and willing, and then b- join a nunnery. i should have seen it coming. i never painted anything for him. my creativity went down the drain. i didnt need an outlet. i had a better one.
why did i ever paint him a sunflower, anyway?