I Assure You, It Isn't Me This Time...
I think we can all agree, I'm a professional at determining when I'm at fault.
Well, fuck what you heard, it seems I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.
I know this may come as a surprise to those of you who thought I may very well have a firm grip on what is happening in my life, but it looks as though we’ve been wrong.
It looks as though I have been a complete moron, and in reality, I just know a grand total of nothing.
I know men are moody creatures. Every one of you claim you aren’t, however, that is complete and total bullshit.
Y’all really have rivaled teenage girls in the mood swing department for some years.
I’m a professional eggshell walker. I can teeter on those delicate pathways in stilettos much like I’m on a tightrope.
These eggshells though, they’re a tough walk. Probably because I’m unsure of the navigation, but still…
I’m trying, y’all. I’m fucking trying.
I don’t know about my own damned steps today, so I’m hiding out doing some work. Y’all hit me on the 1-800-Fuckboy hotline. I’ll be avoiding everything but my job today.
Lord, have mercy, hit a Bitchface up though.
Feel you, sis... ❤
It's cool. None of us men have any idea WTF we're doing either. Welcome to being human.
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Ss: Been faking it since 15