You know, a good friend said to me yesterday that I should be patient. That I should wait.
That it’s some kind of stupid long weekend in America and that she hasn’t had time.
SHE’S HAD AN ENTIRE FUCKING WEEK!
A WHOLE WEEK!
Yes, yes, we’re talking about Scotty’s other woman. His fiance. His… well at this rate, anger making cuntmonkeyface.
Today, today I’m full of good things. I’m centered, I’m feeling the love for my people, it’s strong, it’s steady and it’s a constant stream along those lines that connect my heart to theirs. Can you feel it? I hope you can, I lovers you all.
I was told I should be patient and take the high road. I retorted with I will take the high road. Right after I step on that bitches face to step up to it.
And that is where I stand right now.
I’m so angry I could swim over there just to kick her arse around like a little basketball and then swim home again.
But I hold my tongue. I messaged Scotty last week to ask if she’d gotten the message. He says that they are currently with family up north and that he’s sure she will reply when she has a spare minute. This morning I realise from pictures they are back in Vegas. Where has polite manners gone these days? A quick note back from her to say “Thanks for your message, currently engaged with family for holidays and will get back to you when I have a spare moment” would have been sufficient. But what do I get? Nothing.
A BIG FAT NOTHING.
Well fuck you too.
End rant here.
Sighs miserably. Why can’t she love me?