Devaunte

“Cunty Erwin isn’t real he can’t hurt you”

Bang bang bang bang bang

I do not know what my exact disposition is, but I clearly operate in a way that reads as ‘single mother raised polite young man.’ This has lead to quite literally every older adult male I meet that I would consider beyond an acquaintance level interaction as though I’m their long lost son whom they want to catch up with. The only exceptions being men who knew my stepfather before he passed.

Two-sides of a story is genuinely so interesting in storytelling and unbelievably awful in practice. My friend is mad at me that I don’t have prompt responses to their texts if I open them and leave them on read because it makes them feel unloved/very self-depreciating (fair enough and a symptom of a larger issue that I understand.).