Sentimentality is for suckers

So much for the innate goodness I told you I saw in you, despite what you felt about yourself and what others thought.

So much for that caring, generous man who I saw not think twice about buying a plane ticket for a friend.

So much for the man I saw humbled by a woman who faced more adversity and physical challenges than all of us combined will see in a lifetime.

So much for Neruda, and well placed posts about nobly walking away and living happily ever after---"theoretically." I guess forgetting isn't so long now, is it?

But I am some batshit crazy woman, just because it was for me.


You self-serving, narcissistic, egotistical serpent. (Like that alliteration? I went back and forth on which word sounded best next to serpent.)

Fuck you, and the board you rode in on. Oh, and don't worry, despite the tone and the anger I'm not stalking you.

God that felt good. Screw my prose, now I really hope you find this blog someday.