i have my old phone disconnected, full of texts. i’ve been doing good. i’ve been doing great.
and then i turn on that stupid ole phone and get bombarded with these texts that i do not want to see nor do i want to remember the content or the meaning. or see that ugly phone number.
i’m a girl. so you know what i do? i scroll through EVERY SINGLE FLIPPING STUPID TEXT. the stupid i love you’s. the stupid i miss you’s. those types of stupid texts.
why? cause i’m stupid.i don’t know. i sure as heck know i didn’t want to.
i read every one. i remember the reasons for each text. i remember the butterflies.
i think remember how badly you screwed me over and how psychotic you are to have hacked my computer and my phone!
then i get ticked off.
ticked off enough to say screw you on my blog.
enough to say go dig your own grave.
my life is better without you in it.
p.s. those texts, i deleted without looking back.
why? because you are a liar and a crazy psychotic control freak.
then i see this beautiful photo.
and i laugh.