I more or less got x'd out by a chick was into(and I was aware I should've never started with her) ..............on Christmas. Yep. Santa shitted in my gift box. Ran downstairs early and got a box of poop. MHM!!!! Trying to keep a smile on your face amongst family was torture , for lack of a better word.
Now....I was overthinking and tryna control this situation that I KNEW would spin out of control...and I lost. I had to admit it. My way was stupid. And always has been. But I'm a little stubborn ...so it had to blow up in my face first.
So as I moved on and pretended this shit wasn't bothering me (admittedly it did. There goes my numb and emotionless image...). After a few days I decided that I'd do what I should've done ages ago....rid myself of everything that annoys/angers me. After shorty put me on the curb I decided to take the same approach to my irritants.
As bizarre as it sounds....getting my feelings turned to ashes woke me up. It was right there that I knew I no longer had to take part in anything I didn't like or truly support. And right there I began to shed.....
