Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of the dumb shit.
I’ve been doing things like forgiving people for shit they aren’t sorry for, and most likely will take pleasure in doing to me again.
I don’t fucking know. Maybe I’m sick, someone come over here and feel my forehead. Am I slightly feverish? A little clammy? Surely there must be some sort of symptom other than this fucking nausea I’m overcome with at the thought of choking through another weak ass apology from a fuckboy of yore.
Bleh. Bleeeeh.
I beg your pardon. It hit me so suddenly. I could barely make the wastebasket.
Now, I know this unusual behavior from me would lead some folk to believe I must be high, but nothing that fucking fun or interesting is going on, I assure you.
It’s simply me, the atonement seeking version of me, getting in the way of my actual fucking life.
No more, bitch, sit down and wait your fucking turn. I’ll decide when we’re atoning, and ho, it is not today.
So, for those of you who have wronged me and have yet to deliver your little stupid ass, not even said with your chest, weak apology, y’all gonna have to fucking cram it.
I’m no longer entertaining the idea of forgiveness until further notice, as fuck you, I don’t forgive you.
Feel free to seek further explanation on the whiteboard, where you’ll note the algebraic formula of F= yourself. No exponentials needed, I don’t give a fuck if you fuck yourself 5 or 6 times, the solution remains the same.
Listen, y’all got to catch me when I’m on one of these “delete it from St. Pete” type shit. Y’all know I have a tendency to rationalize the behavior of some of the most flagrant ass fuckboys to walk the planet.
I will tell myself anything I want to hear, and then wonder how in the fuck I wound up with no juicy juice in the fridge, and a fuckboy trying to fuck the pizza delivery girl on the damned couch in my living room while eating the pizza I just paid for (Yes, the King of the Fuckboys actually did this, in real life).
That’s it, I’m done. I’m through playing these games with people. If you call here looking for a Bitchface, you had better watch your ass, because I’m putting a label on this shit and sending it priority parcel direct to your shit.
“Um, ding dong, it’s the fucking USPS.”
Mmm. I’d be careful opening that if I were you.
No more forgiving unworthy people!!!! If someone is worthy, I’m all about forgiving and starting over. However, if they’re not, they’ll be highly fortunate for me to just ignore them. Now, if their extremely heinous, we’ll I’m in the dark silently waiting👀
Ain't it odd how these fuckbois and other types of Turdwookies always seem to "forget" that actual atonement *includes* a component of making the harm they did right?
Here's me:
Oh.. interesting. But y'all didn't actually do anything make your harm right? Did ya? So... Please take your fake ass, feel better at any cost, "apologies," fold them until they're all sharp corners, apply generous amounts of Pazo, and RAM EM.
Good day. Now you can go elsewhere, immediately, and the life you deserve.