✶ congratulations. you're nobody. ✶

can you imagine?
being such a
societal fucking virus,
your entire plot
is coke and low-grade head??

shit—
you weren’t special.
you weren’t wanted.
you were chemically convenient.

you were a warm body
during fucking withdrawal.
a filthy secret during a fucking relapse.
a dumb little twat in a marriage
you weren’t fucking invited to.

like damn bitch,
which number were you??

these sluts were part of a pattern:

📍 snort yay → lie → fuck → ghost → spiral → std clinic.

you’re not the villain.
you’re not the prey.
you’re the fucking symptom.

omg,
he used you.
and when the coke dried up,
so did y’alls whole-ass fucking story.

every.
single.
time.

he flees out of
fucking EMBARRASSMENT.

and y’all?
you watched me post about
domestic fucking violence,
getting punched in the fucking brain,
barely escaping with my fucking life,
goddamn pregnancy-murder plot,
fucking brutal betrayal,
and you still thought maybe,
you were the fucking exception??

holy shit.

—

girl,
you’re just another plug.
you’re the reason
they put “other” on the fucking paperwork.
you’re why
they ask how many partners
in the last 6 months,
while he slides his ring off—
and the room goes fucking silent.

—

like damn,
y’all were so forgettable
that even this
walking std of a man,
who defrauded me,
(mid-fucking pregnancy)
beat me,
and lied for fucking game—
didn’t bother
to name you.
because
you weren’t worth defending.

my fucking god,
you didn’t ruin anything.
you didn’t change the ending.
you just confirmed
who was always fucking
straight-up trash.
him.

and you.

—

it sucks,
but this is why…
no one wants you.
and babe?
no one ever will.

and y’all
are
looking…

aged.

💀