1-12-23….the 1975 has concert taylor swift performs a couple tunes. My future x husband's lover birthday 1-12-87. Fuck he's known whore since B4 we met. soundtrack based on taylor swift for emily wallgren and randy allen hartman's relationship.
What a rewounded injury not like band would have such knowledge, but irony. 1975 marx definite end after going through motions for years randy and I. My metaphor for my relationships endless revolving door for psychos, sociopaths, and pathological liars. Fuck I'm sick of jokers, clowns, and Dr. Jekyll's.
I must have stamped across my forehead interested in criminally insane. Depressing thought….
I have not seen actual cock in four years. Meaning celibate, zero sex, and abstinent. I'm not a lesbian, perfectly str-8, afraid of finding more psychotic assholes who might complete what future x couldn't. Completely logical in thought.
Final thought I was wrong in assessment. I accept and acknowledge I am wrong. chalked ironic alignment. Quest continued