Your and Arsehole. Fuck off.
Why is it that everything that could go wrong, everyone I could possible piss off, comes along at the shittyest possible time? Of course this means that everything that could end in disaster does.
FUCK.
And why, when I'm without a man for so long, and free of man-drama, DO THREE OF THEM TURN UP AT ONCE. Sure none of them even think about me for MONTHS, and now one ignores me (Grr, it is so over this time.), and other one texts me out of the blue to tell me about moving out with the missus (Yes 'cause I really want to know about the latest Wench. Thanks), and the other fucker suddenly remembers that I exsist and whats me back ('cause I'm really that stupid... but he smells so good...). Fuck all these men, they fucking suck.
And the fucking stress of going away. I get the best oppourtunity I could possibly be given, and I can't fucking get it together to go.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Everyone can go piss of and die, I'll just live in my own little bubble.
FUCK.
And why, when I'm without a man for so long, and free of man-drama, DO THREE OF THEM TURN UP AT ONCE. Sure none of them even think about me for MONTHS, and now one ignores me (Grr, it is so over this time.), and other one texts me out of the blue to tell me about moving out with the missus (Yes 'cause I really want to know about the latest Wench. Thanks), and the other fucker suddenly remembers that I exsist and whats me back ('cause I'm really that stupid... but he smells so good...). Fuck all these men, they fucking suck.
And the fucking stress of going away. I get the best oppourtunity I could possibly be given, and I can't fucking get it together to go.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Everyone can go piss of and die, I'll just live in my own little bubble.