My Cheerios.

Today marks a day that I have been abandoned for the last time by somebody who I have let close to me; well, I’m sure it’s not the last time I will be abandoned in life – but it is the last time I will allow myself to feel that way over any individual who strikes me down as a result of his or her own completely unrelated issues.

This will be the last time someone builds anything with me, just to plow over everything we’ve constructed in one, discrediting sweep of the hand; the last time someone who claimed to care about me and mine pisses all over the banquet table and in my cheerios.

I am absolutely disgusted by the way that people tend to martyr off those closest to their shit, the way that people say one thing and do something totally different – especially at random – in some twisted show of power or control.

Today marks the very last time that some totally self-absorbed outsider slips under my radar and gets in to feed off of my life and energies until their belly is near bursting and they’ve had their fill.

9 thoughts on “My Cheerios.

  1. I have recently been where you are writing about. Keep being real. You are relevent.

  2. JunkChuck says:

    Fuck ’em. You’ve still got us–and we’re better anyway.

  3. You don’t need them in your life. They’re obsolete.

  4. As your best friend since the early 1800’s I demand to know who this knob is so that I can torture them. Hang them up and use their belly as a pinata. Pin the donkey on the asshole.