Early throw out

I am posting early this week due to the holidays. BAH HUMBUG!




Never piss off a writer, we have no problem killing you off in a novel. Even if it is only words. I am complicated in that I adapt a scene to my current situation. The details and circumstances are often totally different than the ones at hand, but the feelings I convey are the ones I hold within me.


Sorry I have been so emotional lately. I think I may have unintentionally scared some people away. There was no harm intended.  Being a writer often comes along with an inner narrative.  Unfortunately my unfiltered sparkly star shaped life, doesn’t fit into the beige square hole that is my world .


C'est La Vie, take me as I come or watch me as I go.


Welcome to this week’s throw out.


 


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Well, isn’t this a fine fuck you.  


You couldn’t just walk away. I feel like after  all this time together you could have just told me. Instead I have to find out this way. The smug little smile on her face, she was so satisfied with herself.  Just to add some salt to the wound, you didn’t even look effected.


So many years of sacrifice. I put my everything into it. I sacrificed friends, my health, my youth, and for what? So when you used me up, to the point I don’t even recognize myself, you just walk away and leave me the heaping pile of worthless crap that you turned me into.


NO!


I will not be ruined by you.  I can’t be ruined by you.  I do not choose to spend the rest of my life alone. No matter how low you have taken me, there are still people who think I am beautiful. Still friends who compliment me, and even if its them being nice, it still makes me feel human again.


So I will rise.


Because nothing would make me happier than to watch you regret all of your selfish self-centered actions.  


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until next week friends


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