be good or be gone.
I’m not even shocked with a lot of people’s behaviors anymore. Like I’m 90% sure that what this person will pick will end up fucking me over in the end. I’m already prepared to cut them out and yell. Which isn’t a positive way to live my life at all— but people become predictable. And chances are, when he fucks her over (oh, which he will. Because he didn’t tell her that he was “precious to him” yet. If he did, then it will be funny, because he figured that out in more than a week for me, and if someone says that in less than a week, then it’s all about the sex.)— she will try to come whining to me saying, “Oh he broke my heart.” Well, serves you damn right for picking him over your friend.
I really like to see the best in people. But I see what’s really there most of the time. I’d like to say that I’m a pretty good judge in character. As such, I’m you know, there for that purpose. God put me on this Earth to call people on their bullshit. And god damn it, I will.