I probably shouldn't even let myself do this
The what if's always put me somewhere I don't need to be heading.
I’m sitting with my coffee, Puffin snoring behind me, and I let myself go places I know I have no business going. I don’t often let the what if’s come to visit, because it can put me in my feels pretty severely.
I will tell you that when it comes to matters of love, I have failed in epic and horrendous fashions. I was actually just writing an outline to my newest set of articles “1-800-Fuckboy”. Although it doesn’t fall under the Safety and The Single Lady classification, a fuckboy is a very dangerous thing if you let them get within your 6-foot personal space zone. You gotta maintain a healthy distance from those douches.
So, that being said, I believe that tomorrow y’all should have the beginning of a new series from me. How to recognize them, how to understand what their bullshit and lies really mean, and most importantly, how to shake those disgusting fools loose.
It should be a fun read. And I’ll tell you embarrassing tales of the fuckboys of yore that have ruined more than several of my days. So everyone can have a chuckle. kekeke and etc.
I’ll let you know when I have decided if I’m using their real names or not.