I lost my creative spark. Now when I’m sad or angry I don’t paint, I don’t scrap, I don’t create. I just tweet on a burner. What a boring, shell of expression. It doesn’t even captivate how I really feel. I need an outlet.
You could say your partner is allowed to fuck anyone they want as much as they want as long as they don’t do it on a Tuesday and they would still do it on a Tuesday just cause it would fuck with you. That is the base principle of cheating and you won’t convince me otherwise
Going to act like I’m hella busy at work when/if he calls me. I don’t want to be hella somber about shit that’s never going to change. I need to figure out my safe space in this and I don’t know where to look.
He about to be at hospital, holding her hand and asking her if she needs anything like a good baby daddy boyfriend. They talking baby shower so he about to be up there for that weekend 😭 lmao this might be too much for me in the end, idk.
Which brings me to my next dilemma. The nigga. My heart is conflicted with which way I want to go because I know that once his baby is here, everything is going to be different. She’s going to come before me forsure, easy call and it’s to be expected. It’s going to be crazy not seeing him for long periods of time. It’s going to be crazy that when we do spend our time it’s never going to be just our time anymore