I like the concept idea that my love for you is like a cup. At the start, it's a great cup. Filled with love. But as you hurt me, cracks and chips start to form... it can't hold the love as well as before.. I'll warn you that when that cup gets low enough.. I'm gone. No refills.
What do you do.. if you're significant other, ACCIDENTLY gave you food poisoning on your day off?
Bare in mind, I usually have a strong stomach... but this is baaad.
Do I get rid of the food in question? But it's wasting food.. and they did make it for you.. uuuugh I don't know
The cold has attacked... not doing too well.. any hints and tips on how to feel better in one day is greatly appreciated because I can't afford not working. ๐ฅบ
The end result is what you wanted... how I got there was not what you liked, though.
The statement itself is making me angry. I'm not going to lie about why I did something. And I'm not going to undo and then redo the action, claiming to do it for a different reason....
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I explain over and over that I don't drink water.. But people still drink my drinks in the house, leaving nothing but water.
I'm glad I had a shitty day to come home to... water.. and not enough in my bank account to even get something from 711. Awesome. ๐คฌ
I'm not sure how I feel about someone who has to let me know that it bothered him knowing who my exes are. I don't mean personally.. I mean, knowing their race or sexuality..
Excuse me?
Feeling perturbed....
Amazing what can come out of someone's mouth when they've had a few drinks.
Don't forget, though... everything said or done is my fault. Gotta look in the mirror and see what a bitch I am.
At least he spent time to bond with my "fucking son"...
I can never see the signs...