So, this morning, I literally woke up on the wrong side of bed. Someone in my head warned me about it and the rest of the day is history.
I broke it off with my imaginary boyfriend and then I went ahead and broke it off with the rest of the world. And I wasn’t kidding either, you can see it written on my face. I don’t and can’t hide much anymore. I don’t choose to either.
I don’t have the energy or time today to talk to anyone or look them in the eye. We sling jokes back and forth with a select few out on the streets, but that is about it.
I told TOMMYcidal outside that I broke it off with Satan this morning. I said he lives in Jersey. He said, something along the lines of, “oh so you broke it off? Who you dating now? God? .. So Satan messed up the sheets and it’s long distance relationship that’ll never cum together?”
Well, yup. He’s right. Just for today.
But as always, tomorrow is a different story.
Break-ups aren’t easy, but from time to time…it’s painless and mutual. This isn’t one of them. It’s not easy and it never will be. And if I have one more person in this god-forsaken world tell me to “LET IT GO” I will simply flip the switch. That easy. Don’t tell me to ‘let it go.’ Ever again.