Me: I don't know why I'm still angry right now or why I'm sad or lonely or why my eyes are as moist as a vagina, but I do know that poetry does not fucking help. Shit, I'm up again at dawn reading up on the symptoms of heartbreak. You do not stop dwelling on the past: Check. You cry more pointlessly than a prostitute getting raped: Check. You could have had her: Check. Your life was once engulfed in her sunlight, but now your life is shit-on-fire without her and you should just die or castrate your pointless balls off: Motherfucking Check.
Self-Esteem Demon: Wait a second – uncheck that shit you melodramatic fuck. Truth is, yeah, you could have had her. And yeah, it seems like right now the past may be all you have. I mean, she was your future, right? And now that she's gone, so is your future. I get it bro – but no I fucking don't. There are millions of women gagging for your estrogenic emotions and your pathetic dick, so stop trying to perform auto-fellatio.
Me: Dude, everyone wants to perform auto-fellatio. It's one of those quirky skills not many people can do – therefore you want to do it.
Self-Esteem Demon: No, you piece of shit. Not many people can do it because they don't try. They aren't fucking losers like you. They have girlfriends or wives or friends with benefits that suck their dick for them. What do you have?
Me: Why are you even talking, man. Why can't you stay subconscious. I hate you.
Self-Esteem Demon: I am but a reflection of your self-esteem. In reality, you hate yourself.
So man up or keep using your tears as lubricant.
Self-Esteem Demon: Wait a second – uncheck that shit you melodramatic fuck. Truth is, yeah, you could have had her. And yeah, it seems like right now the past may be all you have. I mean, she was your future, right? And now that she's gone, so is your future. I get it bro – but no I fucking don't. There are millions of women gagging for your estrogenic emotions and your pathetic dick, so stop trying to perform auto-fellatio.
Me: Dude, everyone wants to perform auto-fellatio. It's one of those quirky skills not many people can do – therefore you want to do it.
Self-Esteem Demon: No, you piece of shit. Not many people can do it because they don't try. They aren't fucking losers like you. They have girlfriends or wives or friends with benefits that suck their dick for them. What do you have?
Me: Why are you even talking, man. Why can't you stay subconscious. I hate you.
Self-Esteem Demon: I am but a reflection of your self-esteem. In reality, you hate yourself.
So man up or keep using your tears as lubricant.
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