give that man a lipgloss!

sigh...

i do not wish to wake up thinking about a man that did me wrong today. Yet somehow, they continue to reappear in my life even though i did not cast a spell, or light a candle, or even invite them back.

this is not intentional nor is it longing. it’s just my brain conducting questions on why men are the way they are.

i will be having my lunch and suddenly remember the way he apologized without actually saying the word “sorry”… like what the hell. i’m doing yoga and the next thing i recall is a sentence he said once that made me hate him so much for months. which by the way, none of this is actually useful to think about.

a questions surfaced : was he wrong, or was I just being generous?

answer: i’m just always right lol.

one time i was scrolling on tiktok when i stumbled upon a video describing how an NPD person would act. and the more i listened, the more i realized how similar it was to most men that i know. huh. ironic.

therefore i convince myself that any men who treats girls like sh*t is actually, deep inside, an NPD and needs a frickin lipgloss.

i am seeking closure. but closure, as it turns out, looks a lot like reopening the case of a murder mystery.

i am indeed exhausted.

and yet — if he were to explain himself one more time, calmly, thoughtfully, i fear i am at the state where i would just never listen.