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batteredwarriorstillstanding · 1 year

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I get no bitches, really? When. Ever . The . Fuck I feel like it HUN...I don't feel an overwhelming need to escape from the shitty decisions and people that have come to define my life by making more shitty decisions with shitty people. I've fucked off long periods by being non-productive, that's true. I must be a lover then....you're right. Stay away from me...you want to hang onto what you have. Or wait, maybe not. You should delete these posts...they will only serve to transform your predictably shitty disposition that comes from lack of fulfillment and meaning of any kind dominating your existence (that's too bad....but, you are used to that aren't you?) into something even worse, as you will be reminded that someone who sincerely cared about you was doubletalked and prevaricated out of your presence almost entirely by the fiction that dominates your every waking hour...here is another example....as I have said, on countless occasions, get Google ready here, you may need to consult the dictionary for this word...."TRUTHFULLY" I do not need you to be my girlfriend...in fact, while it's difficult to imagine refusing to date someone I love due to their impossibly severe "illness" and classless behavior, it is quite possible that you would, in fact, fit accomplish this very feat....at any rate, it was never a requirement. I think this mostly due to me being, perhaps not a "good" person, but a decent one...but, who knows, in the event that I was so situated as am (I am not one to boast, but some situations simply demand it: The guy who was always nervous around you because he worried you were too good for him, is actually more than adept at the art of "scoring" sex part ers, and the same person, who you have labeled "a loser" actually has a fairly easy time making money when he takes the act at all seriously....read: When there is some external motivation of sufficient gravity. So...you win...I will depart from your miserable existence. I can't help but notice, though, that delusion is easily your most prominent coping mechanism. When you fuck up some relationship because you just can't resist a night of meaningless sex with some dirtbag, you tell yourself that the relationship was somehow doomed anyway. The guy was "controlling" because he was less than thrilled with the idea of DEVOTING himself to someone who wants to fuck four different prison escapees every week, etc...Now, we are completely estranged NOT because you took a cue from your idiot friends and lied about me, then followed it up by pump faking a desired friendship, but ghosted me in a humiliating fashion as I hung on anyway, so desirous of a long desired connection (WITH YOU, IDIOT....NOT WITH A WOMAN....GETTING A WOMAN IS EASY) but, I demanded to be your boyfriend (wrong) and I am a loser who falls behind the production and accomplishments of your chosen flock (I have BARELY started, and.....uhhhh, no) and I was so desperate because I just can't score! Well, I will depart from your sphere....as you wish. What I can't do is allow you to continue to believe that what you are attempting to tell yourself is anywhere close to real. So, on occasion, with no predictable meter, I will make a point of rubbing the fact that the numbers are already not kind to your slander (does a person who has difficulty landing ANY woman settle into a pattern of never being willing to date more than a 2 or 3 of everyone he knows? (Usually one) I am tired of being insulted by you and will thoroughly enjoy shoving everything in your face over the course of the next few months.You certainly deserve it. Keep judging people you refuse to speak with. It is a hige mystery why your life is falling apart.

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