The humidity is stifling in the sonoran desert during monsoon season. Being lovesick did not help, I’m giving up my quest, as after looking at hundreds of Facebook profiles, I don’t know which end is up, what am I even thinking anyway, I’m unsure if I was stalker or suitor. My spifey senses say potential life partner, 🙂 oh yeah that. Well what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger? Or kill you. So I checked the mail and like the last time, another mans name was addressed to my address, is it another form of gaslighting, must cost a fortune to hire private dicks. Just kick him to the curb, he will understand. My brother said it was the biggest relief, when his wife demanded a divorce, not like she was wearing. Tit showing tshirts while he was gone, a pile of them. Hmm gaslight or whatever. Nobody thinks the poor thing. Would be so devious, like sleeping with brother day after a breakup. IDK 😐
I think I’ll stick to lifting weights for strength :/ I’m glad I know what people want to think about me, it just makes it easier to make war, or turn a blind eye 👁️ 👀 look no hands, I still have blue fricken wavels, maybe purple 😂. Ok this is fiction, yall know this as my creative writing, putting my pc back together and write my book chapter by chapter. Trying to grow my hair back, fuck fuck fuck. Damn me and my ego
