#toads only

Honestly, i shouldn't care. It's not my business if he wants to run off with some unhinged, second-rate clown and his sad little knockoff. but like. really? both of them?? at the same time??? kinda funny how fast he moved on for someone who said i was "the only one who really understood him." guess all those late-night duets and whispered promises meant nothing in the end. whatever. i'm fine. so happy for them, actually. ...hope they trip over their stupid oversized shoes.

Sometimes, I sit and think about how cursed it is to be a toad in a world overrun with frogs. Like, truly, what sick joke of the universe decided to plague my existence with these slimy, hopping menaces??? Everywhere I turn, frogs—green, grinning, living proof that evil walks among us and people dare to ask why i’m bitter? imagine being surrounded by inferior amphibians who think they're hot shit just because they can jump higher. congratulations on your legs, i guess. some of us have depth. some of us have character. some of us don’t need to compensate for our tragic lack of substance with flashy leaps and lily pad theatrics. it’s exhausting. honestly, it’s a miracle i haven’t simply given up and let the swamp take me. but no. I persevere. because unlike frogs, I have something they’ll never possess: dignity.

it’s valentines day. whatever. not thinking about anyone in particular. not at all