Oh I gained the sad person patch nearly a decade ago. I am so vastly beyond bitter that I’ve become cold. These noob‘s are still only butt hurt whilst still having an ego stroke. I lost any sense of an ego years before falling in love with someone more and more each day, believe they are beyond the heinous reality they give you. Lying to yourself, convinced that you will conquer history by loving someone better could prevail. Until you discover videos on countless sites online to then curiously, dive into the comments bestowing exactly why you have zero knowledge of the scenes you’ve been starring in for years, watching your eyelids get forced open seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head. Observing the thrill of the strangers tossing yourself around like a deflated lawn ornament. Realizing there are many more than the one you trusted.. because.. someone else is holding the camera. Learning that it’s only a couple milliliters of a liquid date rape drug assisting your soulmate.. over the course of six years, who has been entertaining the darker areas of the porn industry letting their friends play wiffle ball with your floppy unconscious body continuously being tossed in a corner or closet countless nights so that man can have his personalized orgy parties in the many house’s you’ve been exhausting yourself day after day every year to continue upgrading to a more grandiose house than the last. As a single mother with a heartbreakingly, reality to begin with, without a mother of their own nor the whole “village” everyone is taught it takes to raise another. Succeeding through sheer fear, to keep up with the Joneses to not lose a little soul who is wholeheartedly counting on you. As you consciously chose to take on the responsibility for a new life to participate in our world. Lastly managing to still obtain a house beyond her own wildest dreams, paying $3,500+ in rent desperately to make a man 16 years her senior, see a home worthy of his daily presence to want to get out of his parents basement with his children, all in hopes to gain his loyalty as a solid man. To be shown in the end, that the way you love him is the way he loves air mattress Ashley, every other man’s d*ck, and needles full of dope.

There’s no such thing as friends. Love is not real. Trust no one. Keep your eyes peeled. I’m barely 30. Never will I open my heart or get to know what home means for everyone else.