I hope she encourages you to be your worst self. I hope your lungs burn out on cigarettes. I hope your brain explodes from vape carts. I hope she gives you shit fucking sex and shits on your dick. I hope this dumb hypothetical bitch is ok with you making a big fucking deal and throwing a hissy fit over hanging with a trusted guy friend, and I hope she asks to suck your fucking dick after you ditch her to play videogames instead of resolving said hissy-fit. I get it. The game is unpausable, but conversations with your girlfriend are.


You fucking force my hand and force me to apologize when I was in a fucked up state of mind and still engaged me. You take your leisurely time to respond to me when I’ve obviously had a bad day.


Me after a split: I meant none of that I’m so sorry Mr. Hyde came out, and what? No I’m not trying to foist my outburst on the mental instability that’s directly related to my mental illness!