When we separated in New York, for the last time, the voices say if I had said “I love you” then, you would’ve spit in my face and acted insane/like an ape, and then your father would’ve come from behind me and slit my throat and killed me.
This was written somewhere on some blog, not this one of course.
I get that I’m being told “don’t trust everything you see on the internet” but if you know my story you know I had no recourse.
Anyway.
Oh now they’re saying you’d just laugh.
They say so many fucking things.
That you’re “Wet” and “wouldn’t want to be without me” when you’re that wet.
I’m sick of it.