As an anemic, I do not believe in open wounds. Mostly because my blood will not clot and I will die. Secondly, because I am extremely obnoxious and I enjoy ruining any type of relationship I have by forcing people to talk things out. To clarify the preceding sentence, I am currently involved in a “we never really dated and we never really talked about what we were, but you dropped the L bomb, and now we don’t communicate” kind of situation. I decided to escalate the “bad” of this situation by trying to talk it out. I feel that my downfall -as a human with a vagina- is my talent to make a man feel as uncomfortable as humanly possible. I just love talking shit out, which is the exact opposite of what every man wants to do. Not communicating is an open wound in my eyes. I do understand that communication is a great fear for men. However, speaking as a human who bleeds for a week without dying, buck up. We would rather you tell us “It’s not working out” or “those 6 whiskey shots i took made me say some shit’ rather than us finding an Instagram post of you and your girlfriend at Disneyland. Moral of the story: don’t be afraid to put a band aid on it, men. Open wounds only cause unwanted trouble and yellow puss.
Britney, Robert Downey Jr. and Marky Mark all made their come backs. This is mine. For my super devoted 66 followers (who probably clicked follow on accident) I am making my writing comeback. You get to be the annoyed, offended, and confused audience who reluctantly read my very meaningless posts. Congrats! For my two friends who actually care— you’re welcome. (They made me)
when an animal doesn’t like me it really impacts my self esteem
"It’s pronounced like jif"
Yeah well I don’t gif a fuck