A collection of mildly cohesive rants about vaginismus, mental illness, death, relationships and the quest to own my sexuality.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Angry Post
I ran into my two serious exes the other day, as well as this guy I messed around with a few times. It was really stressful. They all looked really attractive, but they were sad pathetic people. It made me very angry. How dare you sound so pathetic, when you have so fucking much. How dare you look at me like that! You could have had it, but you didn't want it. You couldn't give me the support I need, you didn't want to commit, you couldn't be loyal or faithful or honest. Don't you fucking dare look at me like that. I withdrew from the community so I could have my space, whereas you all could have flourished. But you didn't. You sat around feeling sorry for yourself and then got all excited when you saw me coming back giving me the fuck me eyes and smiling all sweetly. Fuck off. So you know what? I'm going out again, and I'm going to look as good as I can and sound as good as I can and you can all kiss my round ass as I walk out the door.
Labels:
Negativity,
Relationships
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