what i wanted:
a strong man, funny. usually cracks jokes about shitty parents and the way i look when i eat. a generous, selfless. pays for every meal, even if i eat 4 pounds of food. family friendly. doesn't hate kids, and is open to having some, but is okay if i don't. wakes me up with tickles, maybe soft kisses on my neck and holds me tightly, showing me how much i mean to him. loves dogs! loves all animals to be honest, and isnt scared of the satanic spider in the bathroom, but only feels sadness when he needs to kill it because im not fucking doing it. he is perfect and giggly and warm and fine as hell and can cook a mean omelette and has no problem with my cold feet on his add all night and pays rent early and loves romantic comedies and hates the summer heat and just enjoys livin his godamn life; with me by his side.
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what i got:
a total bitch. doesn't know how to fucking cook shit, swears too much. she's not family friendly at all, and anything that isn't a house let. this cunt doesn't pay for shit, but then again, she's poor, so i dont know how she could. her movie genre must involve death, violent sex, or drugs, and that's just the beginning. ive never met anybody colder, meaner, cuntier. she wakes me up with nothing. she let's me sleep in late, even though im going to be late for whatever im doing that day, not caring at all. she just wants to sleep, eat all my food, and make me feel like shit. she hates my parents, hates anything breathing, walking, existing. but i can't live without her.
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Poetrythis is bipolar writing because honestly, you never know what the fuck im going to update with. sometimes it's things about family, maybe an ex, maybe its complete fiction. you just never know. so good luck not crying and feeling shitty. :)
