this dumb ass... aight let me see his private messages… i gave him 3 benadryls so he gonna be sleep until tomorrow afternoon. just as i thought! this asshole. ugh.”
i don’t want to be this person.
“hackin’ my wolf’s phone to find out if he is cheatin’ on me.”
that person makes me break out in hives.
i usually judge that person in my head.
“if they know their wolf isn’t faithful, what more proof is needed?
sometimes you can have all the proof and still need the “gut punch”.
you need to read the messages.
see the sexting.
your nose needs to inhale the bullshit. straight. no chaser. so there you are… screenshotting and emailing evidence to yourself.
sending messages to the hoes with a promise of an ass whoopin’. why is the aggressiondirected at his ass? why not drop him and realize our worth?
hmm. at some point, in the matters of love, do we all become “that person”?
the one who has to stalk his social media accounts? i had to wonder…
rejection is like the “don’t ask; don’t tell” policy.
the world will have you believing people have never gotten rejected.
they always get the guy… or girl.
they are masters of this thing called the love universe.
i’m here to tell you that is complete bullshit.
everyone at one point in their life has gotten rejected.
it can be a blow to the ego because in life we are told we can get anything we want. “go after it and it is yours!”. the ol team spirit routine!
sure that can happen with material things and a lifestyle,
but when it comes to another human with conflicting emotions as yourself,
that rule completely goes out the window.
i was thinking about rejection today and i had to ask…