I had to do a self reflection a few moments ago that has left me in tears. Someone from my long ago past, over a decade ago now, who has periodically checked in every few years just to say hi and to check in with me to make sure I’m ok mentioned tonight that they felt, based on reading in between the lines of my rare social media posts, that i seem lonely. As I looked around At my environment it’s a painfully accurate observation they made. I’m beyond lonely. I’m far beyond the point of sad. Life isn’t supposed to be this heartbreaking. People aren’t meant to be alone.
I wish I’d finally run out of tears. Smh. What a waste.
I need pounded out for hours in a hardcore fuck session to get my head and my heart right again. It’s good to have goals. Plus given the 15 Viagra pills I have in my possession…well, let’s just say hours of fuck fun are just waiting to be had.
When you get to the point that you no longer give a fuck, as I have finally reached, it’s both terrifying And liberating. My ability to give a fuck no longer gives a fuck. Let the theoretical house of cards fall to the floor – I don’t give a fuck.
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