life is a mental game.
it's so easy to let the wrong people into your life.
the fuckboy will act all cutesy, telling me he loves me, being there for me to fall back on, and one day out of nowhere he'll just disappear.
and it feels like i just got punched in the throat.
but it's not my fault, it's his.
it's his fault for not being valiant enough to brave my storms.
"where did he go?" you may ask.
to go play the next hoe.
