🚬 stimulant dick math 101 🐔🏃💨
🤡💥📢
so here’s what
my family
breaks down to…
—
📉 the relapse equation:
woman w/ drugs + man w/ no self-worth
→ free supply + emotional delusion
→ coke-fueled sex
→ shame
→ ghosting or violence
→ repeat with new bitch
🤡🤯
…
oh
my
fucking
god.
how fucking stupid.
—
💥
babe,
he wasn’t just cheating
he was cheating on drugs
which means the sex was terrible
and the lies were fucking dopey.
demon addict math is like…
✦ does she give desperate?
✦ does she have coke energy?
✦ does she have so little self-esteem she’ll become obsessed with my actual wifey?
✦ does she fucking trauma-dump in the first 5 minutes?
✦ does she think broken men just “need the right girl”?
ding ding ding.
(🤡🤡🤡)
we got a new dumbass contestant.
provable fact pattern?
try:
🔥 open & documented addiction
🔥 hundreds of missing Adderall
🔥 repeated venmo transfers from the plug
🔥 reported crashout spirals
🔥 documented violence
🔥 financial fraud
🔥 stalker panics
🔥 me—pregnant/postpartum/single mom
🔥 him—rawdogging fucking chaos for drugs
—
so let’s run it back,
super simple—
🧪
junkie boy math:
✦ girl w/ drugs
✦ man w/ no job, no soul, and a soft dick
= coke + head
then
✦ coke + head
✦ crippling shame spiral
= gaslight + ghost
then
✦ gaslight + ghost
✦ new useless girl w/ a dab pen and zero standards
= new relapse, same diseased dick
repeat until eviction or overdose.
—
and me?
funding the whole fucking psych ward.
shit.
i wasn’t wrong.
i was right too fucking early.
and every bitch
who thought my silence
meant a fucking pass?
🗣️ NAH
sorry silly bitches—
welcome to the fucking syllabus.
—
⚡️ chapter one: betrayal and stds.
⚡️ chapter two: pharmacology and drugs.
⚡️ chapter three: fucking dead to me.
⚡️ chapter four: i blow this shit up.
on repeat.
—
so again,
🤯 the official formula for stimulant sidepieces:
access + attention + addiction =
✨delusional bitch behavior✨
—
🔥💩 aka:
he doesn’t fall in love
he snorts new fucking supply.
these girls
aren’t soulmates
they’re fucking pathetic-ass
flashlights in the goddamn trap house
of fucking delusions…
for thirty-something-year-old losers.
🤡 temporary.
🤡 sweaty.
🤡 bad breath.
🤡 worse sex.
🤡 full of regret.
🤡 must flee out of embarrassment.
…
until he
finds the next idiot
who thinks—
snorting off a dashboard,
backseat dick,
and
goddamn desperation
are fucking sexy.
🐔🏃💨
