sick.
this story is absolutely sick.
so ^that trans she-hyena is crazy as all fuck.
she had a bad tinder date so she decided to go blow off some steam.
how?
well she bought an axe and…
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how many of us dreamed of going on lunch while at work,
or even break,
and never coming back?
baller wolf,
or should i say “ex baller wolf”
vontae davis is my life goals.
even though many are upset,
i thought it was very inspiring.
he just up and quit the nfl during a bills game.
this is what “bleacher report” has to font…
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so mi and i had a blow up today.
it ended with us officially parting ways.
i actually exhaled because i was so grateful.
grateful because this is finally coming to an end.
you know what i been dealing with as far as she is concerned.
so she calls me today with some story…
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i am a hoarder.
that’s right.
i like to hoard things for the memories they provide.
that movie ticket with that wolf that gave me a good time.
the umbrella from my daiquiri to remember the fun times with friends.
that used condom from when a wolf blew my back out.
i’m totally kiddin on that last part.
yup.
i like to hoard these things to hold on to the “past”.
one thing i use to hoard was people.
holding on to what they use to bring,
rather than seeing that they don’t bring that same joy anymore.
i know you felt that one.
some of them just vanished.
others we had falling out.
then the ones who you see in public and they try to avoid you.
i still kept their numbers just in case.
just in case what tho?
so i had to ask…

Do you hoard people in your life?

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i had a feeling it was too good to be true.
thank god i been there before.
was way too sexual,
said all the right sexual things,
only wanted to meet to try something sexual.
whatchu think?
i didn’t come this far to be “the dumb bitch” now right?…

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Done.
Finito.
Kaput.
…or is it?

There comes a time when you realize “this thing we have” is over.
There are many ways to tell:

Looking at the other person and realizing they don’t make you smile anymore.
Seeing every flaw and negative thing they do.
That face you once loved starts to bother you.
The thought of their existence makes your blood pressure start to rise.

So, why do we hold on?
Why do we still keep that grasp on someone that we know we should be letting go of?
Why do we allow them to cause us pain, when they are to selfish an self absorbed to realize?
I started to wonder…

Why do we make it so hard to let go,
when the other person is already gone?

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