Live, Laugh, Love? In this economy?

Sometimes I feel like crying but my Daily Distraction Schedule™ is pretty tight at all times. As tight as what? I shan't say...

She's not really an X, she's more like a Y. As in why the fuck did I start investing my time and energy into her in the first place?

Begging men not to fall in love with me while I'm physically and mentally on my knees for women at all times is the whole ass bisexual female experience I swear to God.

Who out here doing The Most and getting The Least from the people they care about? Surely not I?

I don't think people appreciate just how much Worse™ I can be when it comes to being so affection starved I wanna claw out of my skin about it every waking moment of my life while trying to function as an adult and I think that's so brave of me to keep it all in despite it all.

That mid girl with the zero note personal posts and a compulsive need to overshare is your soulmate, btw. Did you know?

Googling the loneliness epidemic among women in the 30+ range who struggle with establishing long lasting friendships with other women because they're too busy prioritizing their romantic relationships and fleeting situationships over platonic connections.

I'm so sorry kitten, mommy is busy obsessing about what once was and will never be again.

What's not meant for me will keep persistently showing up when I'm at my most vulnerable and unloved self and it's my job to continue to shoo it away to leave room for the things truly meant to bless my otherwise baka life.

Fear of rejection looks more like scrolling through my messages to respond back to friends / family I've neglected in hopes that it'll shift the One Message to that One Person far enough down that I forget that I'm waiting for their reply back.

Girl, help! I think the loneliness in me recognizes the loneliness in you. We should do something about that...

Need me a freak that'll cup my face in both of their gentle hands and tell me that everything will be okay and to stop beating myself up about past mistakes (I compulsively repeat) and constantly worrying about the endless abyss of neverending "what if's" about the unknown future (I can't control) because holy fuck...

The compulsive need to rewind a wlw p*rn for the sake of The Plot™ because why the fuck is that girl knuckles deep inside her and why is that girl drowning between her thighs already? Bring back lingering stares and awkward tension. God damn savages.

All the things she said...? Running thru My Head...? It's more likely than you'd think. This! Is! Not! Enough!

Me, tears in my eyes with the back of my hand on my forehead as I gracefully fall backwards into my comfy couch / bed: I forgot I'm the love of my own fucking life. What the actual fuck! Fuck these dumbass hoes.