Sludge Factory

You triggered my ptsd in ways that are unforgivable. You tried to silence me, humiliate me, intimidate me, even threatened me. But you don’t scare me, I’m not afraid of you and you will not walk all over me. You’re so worried about appearances and representation but you’re always the center of the scene. Huff and puff your chest and raise your voice all you want, get in my face and stand in my space, you’re showing your ass stepping up to me, a woman, like that. Pussy behavior. I believe in my truth and standing on my business, and you don’t tell me what to do or what to say. Fuck your “rules,” who the fuck are you to me. You don’t control me and I don’t answer to no one, you must not know ‘bout me or where I come from. For you to talk to me and disrespect me the way you did, in front of YOUR friends, and make them and everyone else around uncomfortable, you still expect to come over to my home at the end of the night? With your energy? You’re out of your pea brain mind. I will never accept that. Not from anybody and especially not from someone who makes it very clear they do not respect me. After everything I’ve done for you, you are a real piece of work, and by work I mean shit. I don’t expect an apology, “sorry” and “accountability” are not in your vocabulary, apparently they don’t apply to you. You will never admit to your faults and accept your wrongs. You are emotionally stunted, you’re weak, you’re pathetic, you’re a loser, and clearly so unhappy in your life that you expect everyone else to swoop in and save you because you think you’re a god and you’re not. Gods don’t need to prove that they’re god. You reek of arrogance (and ignorance), and narcissism. You think nothing but of yourself and expect everything from everyone. And what do you provide? You spit your drunken spew that you recite over and over again every time and no one cares. Claim to have so many accomplishments and achievements under your belt, and what do you have to show for it all? Nothing because you’re a failed miserable pathetic pathologically lying loser. Shut the fuck up, you cry baby back bitch, you damn near 40 year old broke bitch boy, get your shit up, get your money up, and grow the fuck up.