…and I apologize that now, I only write when something troubles me.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me.” Christian Recorder 1862.
The above statement (adage) may need revision, because we all know that words do hurt and can cause countless unseen wounds. Today, I would like to revisit some words and statements. Please be aware that foul language will ensue, so if you’re not okay with that, DO NOT CONTINUE!
Some things are better left unsaid.
- Chill out. Leave me alone and go to bed.
- I need a week away from your psychotic, lunatic self.
- I sacrifice my Saturday’s for you.
- I brought wood for your fire pit party. OH! Which 6 people were at.
- Stop talking, I don’t want to hear anymore.
- That was a deliberate sigh. Just reserve your judgements
- If we weren’t together would you be able to handle it?
- You’re a dick. You’re a bitch. You’re an asshole.
- It was good for a minute and then she got her fucking period.
- You’re so fucking toxic.
- Jesus Christ. Stop whimpering and get a hold of yourself.
- You don’t understand. I can do this alone. Fuck you. I see that you’re completely vacant now. Thanks.
- What’s wrong?! Huh. If I were you I’d stay away from me for the next…oh…12 hours or so.
- NO! HA! I’m talking to my supportive imaginary girlfriend.
- Should we set your house on fire so you can feel how I feel?!!!
- Asshole.
- Shut up. I don’t want to talk anymore.
- You can go to fucking hell. Fucking with a capital FUCKING. You’re a fucking dick.
- Stop talking at me. You are the naggiest person I’ve ever met. You’re fucking crazy.
- I can’t deal with you being manic. You have the face of “I’m going to fight.” Oh. Great. Now you’re crying.
- What the fuck is wrong with you??!?!
- BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!
- You’re fucking crazy, psycho, psychotic. Jesus CHRIST stop your sobbing.
- Please try and figure out your stories. They're too long.
- I don’t want to eat cold food. Stop dancing.
- We’re just going in circles with this conversation. (gets up and walks away)
- I don’t care about what you’re saying. I don’t want to know.
- You have nothing.
- Don’t cry. There’s no crying. No fucking crying.
- Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit.
- I’m not going to share anything anymore. I’m not giving anything. I don’t need to know you and you don’t need to know me.
- You should burn all of those. You know, for clarity. (my photos)
- You can suck it.
- Go to hell.
- Seriously!! FUCK OFF.
- I wish you didn’t even exist.
These are excerpts from 2014-2018. This is more than four years of my life. There are bits and pieces that are not written out. These are words that were said to my face. This is something that no human should endure no matter how many times the other says, “I love you.”.
Ps. I'm sorry it takes me so long to write stuff and things. I'll get better at it (because I KNOW you're at the edge of your seat err'day waiting for soooooommmmething!) ;)
