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MY kind of temper tantrum that turns into cement.

How I Feel when i hear stupid shit


Where is my patience and understanding?  Where is my ability to put myself in someone else's shoes and empathize with how they are feeling?

It's here.  I take it out when i need it and I don't waste it on toxic, or emotionally abusive people. 

Just Shut. up.

Seriously.

I am immune. My bloodstream has been subjected to so much bullshit from people that I am no longer affected.  You can't squeeze a drop of guilt out of me.  I don't care.  For absolutely real. 

If you are poisonous, a user, a narcissist........move along.   I can see you coming a mile away and while you MAY be able to make some people feel like shit with your bullshit shenanigans, you are wasting your time with me.  I see you.  I see you for what you are.

And i will protect the ones i love from you.  I will repair the damage you have done, continue to do, because you can't see, won't see, anything but what you want.

I've been quiet.  I've been respectful when it wasn't due.  I've wasted a lot of time trying to get along with people who i'd rather never see again but i'm older now, stronger now, wiser now.

You need to be nice.  Be respectful.  Be grateful.  Or shut the fuck up around me.  Period.

Have a day you deserve.  And keep it to your own damn self. 

Taaaa.



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