a dear-john letter

the L word. love lust later leaving…
something about “see ya later. i’m outta here…”
or something  about “lalalalalalalaaaa….”

i guess there is only so much you can do when people around you spew endless complaints and drama. i guess you just  drink all her/his/their vomit, then, eventually you have to regurgitate it out as some fiery toxic flames… but hopefully it doesn’t hit anyone in the interim. i guess. or something like that.

/teeny little rant

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