👑 king-tier behavior
🧠
babe, are you stalking my brain again?
lol
🕵️♂️🫢
weird
anyway.
🎤 hi yes,
welcome to my ted talk called:
“thanks for the absolute fuckery, i’m hotter now.”
but
alright,
alright,
alright—
because
yo,
i can literally already hear it
the whole sad-ass
circus rolling up,
your truck
full of gremlins crying,
“dude 😩 she’s so on your dick 😭”
lol—
baby,
before your boy band fan club
starts revving the emotional clown car
with balloons and blowhorns like:
“brooooo 😩 she’s talking about me again 😭”
🤡
✨ relax. ✨
what you mean is:
bitch got long-game played ✨
and you’re—
🕵️♂️ obsessed. 🕵️♂️
but since you found yourself here…
💋 let’s make this one count. 💋
seriously.
because i owe you
a massive thank you.
no fr.
🥇 thank you.
gold fucking star. ✨
you were the final boss battle
in my personal apocalypse
and you played the role with such
narcissistic finesse
that i literally stood there
experiencing a mental break—
like
oh shit.
🚨 no one’s coming. 🚨
not friends.
not family.
not husbands.
not men who swore they’d protect me
not a dude in carhartt
pretending he gives a shit
while literally adjusting
their drawstring sweatpants
to text another girl.
my brain was all like—fuuuuuuuuuuckkkk.
babe.
you weren’t a betrayal
you were a fucking confirmation.
like oh right,
i’m the emergency,
everyone saw smoke
and left the fucking building.
🚨 fuck.
and you really cemented that shit
when you popped back in
not to check if i was breathing,
not to ask if my kid had milk—
but to unload your emotional garbage
like i was both
your uninhibited support counselor
and
absolute best fuck ever.
💋💋💋
(i know you’ll miss that shit—lol sucks)
baby—
there was no
“shit babe, what happened?”
🖤
just
”blah
blah
blah”
me.
me.
me.
🧍♀️🔫
yo—homie,
did you even hear me when i said it?
multiple times?
nah…
you just pressed
✨mute✨
and then hit me with the
“i hate you, i am so much better without you since…a few weeks ago”
lol.
bro.
like
what?
dude,
be actually fucking for real.
i hadn’t even spoken to you.
you give me:
no greeting. no context.
just ✨violence✨
and a vague—
”i most definitely am out here
lying to someone”
vibe.
🎯
like truly—
wtf happened to you?
like homie,
i wouldn’t have served that shit
to my worst enemy,
in their darkest era,
like,
are you good?
because yo.
i want you to know—
from the bottom of my
now-fully-fucked nervous system—
that was it.
that was my roman-fucking-empire falling.
except no colosseum,
just me,
with a bunch of kids
staring at my phone like
ah.
ok,
so now i really can’t feel—
anything.
nice.
💀
so honestly?
thank you.
no like fr.
because the moment
i got hit with that coward-ass tantrum
instead of a phone call,
a check-in,
a “you safe?”
i got it.
bro—
i finally fucking got it.
you were never going to save me.
and neither was anyone else.
this is solo journey.
final level.
no cheat codes.
just me,
left with everyone’s lies,
and knives in my back.
but fuck it,
right?
🪦
i’m just collateral damage.
but like
yo—
truly.
the absolute worst part?
bro, you know i told you.
like, explicitly,
multiple times,
but definitely
two sentences—
literally as you were sprinting out
the fucking door.
and what did you do?
you hit me with a hate call
so fucking cold it could freeze hell over.
not a single fuck given about my existence.
you weren’t checking if i was alive,
you were just flexing
your own mental bankruptcy.
legendary.
👑
final stab in the heart?
you,
the only dude
i actually trusted
to not be a complete fucking douchebag,
turned out to be the main event
in my “no one gives a fucking shit”
reality check.
like,
i truly almost do want to thank you
for the clarity,
but nah,
for real i’m too dead inside
to actually fake that shit.
like,
wtf is wrong with you?
for real.
but whatever—
round of applause, my guy.
👑 real big boy shit.
👑 real making bitches
have existential crisis level shit—
yeah bro.
👑 king of fucking killing the last spark.
you did the impossible—
you confirmed that nobody
gives a single fuck
and that’s the realest shit.
👏👏👏
mission accomplished.
solid work, buddie.
i had no idea
your actual soul
shit-out.
🎬
