Walk Away

I could say hello but I’m not interested in small talk
seeing your number makes me want to vomit
seeing your face makes me want to bash it in a million pieces

 

I could explain why I stopped talking to you out of the blue
but I refuse to be interrogated for something I didn’t do

 

I could rant on and on about the things you said and did
that no other man, a stable respectful man would do
you want to say it’s part of your culture or religion
if that were true, you give your people a bad name

 

You don’t listen or take a clue

 

I told you numerous times
you and I would never work out
I don’t like high heels
I don’t want your hands around my neck
I don’t appreciate the comments about
you having a threesome with my younger sister and I

 

I would never convert to Islam
or make an effort to learn your language
you forced high heels on my feet like I was
Cinderella and you were Prince Charming
(yeah, right)
you choked me and slapped my face
you showed me a knife and made a joke
about taking my life
I saw less and less of you
you began to stalk my younger sister and
her friends on Facebook
I told you that was the last straw

 

I told you I didn’t like you as much as you liked me
you proceeded to ask me out
I walked away without answering your requests to see you again
or answering your question, “Do you have someone else?”
I responded, “None of your business.”

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My Secret Operation System

We all have one. If you say you don’t, you’re lying.

 

Don’t ask, don’t tell.

Simple as that. If you don’t seem at all interested, why would I tell you what I am doing or thinking at any given moment?

 

I prefer you don’t ask

I don’t like questions. So you must have very good communication skills or something to get information out of me. I’m very good at holding/withholding information, by the way.

 

List of things I won’t tell you:

Anything at all about my personal life or background.

I’m not stupid, I know better.

 

I really don’t care about your problems

You talk all you want, it willy only annoy and bore me. I won’t emphasize or sympathize with you, I’m not a fool.

And hey, I have my own problems as well. I don’t talk about them.  I certainly don’t bitch, moan, or complain either.

 

I will never thank you for criticism

I just won’t. Criticism is never a positive thing. There is nothing you can say or do to prove me wrong. Say whatever the fuck you want though, you will anyways. It doesn’t bother me.

 

I remember everything

Not returning my texts or emails? Okay, fine. In the future when you ask me for favors or want to talk to me, I won’t be around. It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. Do not underestimate my ability to ignore, remove, and block people that don’t matter from my life.

Treated me/people I actually know badly? I remember that. Don’t be blinded by me ‘accepting’ your friend request on Facebook, either. You know I only did that to see what the fuck you wanted. Nothing apparently, you just wanted to stalk me.

Valentines Day.

I don’t want…

Flowers, a card, chocolate, or jewelry.

Flowers die.

The words on the card aren’t written by you.

Chocolate makes me fat.

A necklace or ring is pretty.

I will wear it once and forget about it.

 

I want…

 

Something from YOU.

Make me a card, write me a poem, paint me a picture, make me dinner

— I don’t care.

It comes from YOU.

Not something from the store.

It means nothing.

 

Spend TIME with me.

Away from all responsibilities.

You don’t have to spend money, we can go for a walk.

We can even give each other massages all day — I don’t care.

 

All I want.

All I need.

Is YOU.

 

Remind me why we fell in love in the first place.

It wasn’t influenced by anything commercial or generic.

It was two people, us…

Who let our walls down.

 

What do you want to know?

Meeting people for the first time and/or having to pick something to write or talk about in front of an audience.

I hardly doubt you want to hear about all the ugly things I did to get here. I hardly doubt you want to know what I do now. Why would you? It’s either not your thing, similar experience, or something you can stomach.

I’m going to have to tell you anyways. I’m not the best liar in the world.

You know I been kicked out, fired, ill popping prescription pills, and living off other people?

Or how about the time I would starve myself, hide away in my room and not talk to someone, met someone guy from Argentina I met online when I was a teenager, didn’t go to my prom — instead went to some party at a strangers house with my sister, lost my virginity in a hotel room with a guy I met online from Connecticut, posted nude pictures and videos on the internet, posed for playboy, and cheated on my boyfriend with my ex.

Or all these times that I still have some blind belief I actually did love my ex, cry myself to sleep, get drunk and cry myself to sleep, get drunk and text people I shouldn’t, and sit around bored as fuck on my computer with little ambition to do anything — yet try anyways.

And the times I still get rejected by someone or something. People still act like they know me, yet don’t know the first thing about me. They paint me out to be some creep, weirdo, enemy, or freak. Which I am not. It is funny because I never would judge them they way they judge me. So that’s fine. That’s great. I don’t care.

What else you want to know? Nevermind, I am DONE.

Facebook and Twitter Etiquette For Dummies

Facebook

 

Who to add…

People you actually know or met. There’s no problem adding ‘fans’ or ‘strangers’ if you know they aren’t some psychopath, criminal, or pervert — and you actually talked to them somewhere.

 

Try not to add…

Colleagues, professors, bosses, or co-workers. It is weird for them, and it is weird for you. If you do, do both of you a favor and don’t complain about work, life, or relationships. You have to be ‘professional’.

 

Avoid comments turning into a…

Private message or forum. Then everyone gets to know your business, thoughts, and feelings. That’s not something you want…

 

Status overload…

Selfies, rants, videos, or articles. Although some people like it, not everyone is going to. And yeah, yeah… there’s that whole ‘I don’t care if they like it or not’ — and right you shouldn’t!

…You’re entitled to your thoughts, feelings, and what you put out there. You don’t need to constantly share it with people who may be shallow or just not care.

 

 

Twitter

 

Follow…

Whoever you want.

 

Post…

Whatever you want. But if you’re posting twenty tweets every hour maybe you need to rethink…

 

Don’t post…

Whatever you want. You know you’re reaching more people then Facebook, right? If you start hate talking people, spreading conspiracies, and terror — the government will find you.

 

Telling people to follow you…

They will follow you. It’s okay, it’s fine for business — a lot of people have done it. However, there’s people that become OBSESSED with how many followers they get. It becomes a drug. It can turn a good person into a narcissistic, just like Facebook.

 

 

Facebook and Twitter…

 

This is just words from a persons experience. Everyone is different.

…How obsessed are you with getting likes, comments, tweets, and re-tweets?

What. Why.
Who cares? You shouldn’t care.
They don’t really care.
You know who cares…

You’re Partially Deaf? I’m not.

Mother — it is a blessing you can’t hear everything, trust me. …And I should be the one almost deaf. I have my IPhone up full of blast over an hour straight when I workout…

You want to hear the things I do? No you don’t. I have to pretend I am deaf. Here’s why, I pick up things like…

 

“Stupid bitch. Why don’t you ever do anything right?”

“Nobody likes you.”

“He’s a faggot.”

“She is a lesbian.”

“She has a boyfriend and girlfriend. She doesn’t know what she wants.”

“Yeah, he was with his other girlfriend last night.”

“I’m going to go home and smoke some weed. I hate my life.”

“I just wanna get high.”

“I love you bitch.”

“Suck my dick.”

“Why don’t you ever do anything right?”

“Yeah, I was so drunk last night.”

“He looks gay. Have you seen him?”

“Nigger.”

“Dumbass.”

“Fag.”

“I don’t know. I was stoned. Leave me alone.”

“Fucking jackass.”

“Fatass. She’s going to eat more twinkies.”

“Her ass is the size of Mexico.”

“Don’t tell my girlfriend.”

“I love you. Please don’t tell her.”

“She is like that because she likes girls. She has a dick in her pants.”

“Have you seen her dick?”

“Okay fine whatever. Stupid bitch. Suck my dick later.”

“Suck pussy then if you don’t like me. I know you got a girlfriend, don’t kid me.”

“She’s fucking ugly and disgusting.”

“Her boyfriend probably has a fake cock. Who the hell knows.”

 

Why I am mentally challenged on the Internet

I don’t know my own password.

It is the same for half my accounts, I still don’t get it.

 

I don’t know the answers to my security questions.

I don’t know what city I was born in because I wrote, “daklhdfkdlsjfds,” in the box.

 

I get my email address wrong.

I have way too many. It shouldn’t surprise me they won’t accept Innerbubblesx3420937@yahoo.com

 

I post photos I don’t like.

Then delete them within five minutes or the next day. It looks stupid… what was I thinking?

 

I post status’ I don’t like.

Then delete them within a couple hours or the next day. It sounds stupid and I look stupid for saying it… I knew it but posted it anyways.

 

I watch the same video.

Over, over, over, and over again like I got some sick obsession with it or OCD. But it’s fun….

 

I deactivate my account to reactive it.

I don’t know, I got annoyed… but hey at least I can claim to be gone for a month so I look less insane.

 

I write a blog post and delete it.

It was stupid… or I did it by accident when I was trying to edit it. How do I manage that… need some psychologist/computer expert to explain.

 

Stuff I look up on Google…

What are the signs of a psychopath?… Why is my boyfriend not talking?… Why does having my nose pierced mean?… Who is stalking me on the internet?… What are the signs of a Bi-Polar?… What are signs he is cheating on you?… How many parts are in a paint? … Is my boyfriend a psychopath?… What is a sociopath? … How to tell if your boyfriend is a sociopath?

Against.

Those who

Spread bullshit

Rumors and lies.

 

Those who

Talk about a person or group behind their back.

No balls to talk to them face to face in person.

 

Those who

Can’t speak, think, or act for themselves.

Need the approval of others.

 

Those who

Purposely indirectly/directly offend us.

Try to play mind games.

 

Those who

Make assumptions.

Don’t care to listen to the person they are judging.

 

Those who

Are more in love with themselves.

Self-promotion comes first.

 

Those who

Make you feel you do not matter.

You are too different to be ‘one of them’.

 

Those who

Don’t care to look at their reflection.

And wonder why someone blowed them off.

 

Those who

Have no problem watching and stalking you online.

Secretly dislike you because what you did, do, didn’t, or don’t do.

 

Those who

Make comments about how you should change.

Ignore you because you won’t, then gossip behind your back.

 

Those who

Hate you because you don’t worship the ground they walk on.

Hate you because you think, act, and speak for yourself.

 

Those who

Think you’re just another idiot running your mouth.

Don’t realize they are the reason you are.

 

Those who

Take what you say or do out of context.

Never stopped to ask you what is going on.

 

Those who

Think it is acceptable to lie, cheat, and steal.

Think it is acceptable to break the law.

 

Those who

Think it is acceptable to cause someone pain.

Think it is acceptable to ignore everything.

 

Those who

Won’t admit when they are wrong.

Continue to pretend they are perfect.

Doesn’t make you anymore a MAN or WOMAN.

MAN

-Quick to dislike a girl because she is attractive and skinny. She must be a ditz, have an eating disorder, a perfectionist, and slut. — Question is: What is wrong? Oedipus Complex?

-Quick to dislike someone because of their appearance, race, or sexual orientation — goes against your ‘views’ and what you classify as ‘normal’.

-Lying because you can.

-Taking the initiative to talk to a girl who clearly doesn’t want to talk to you, and trying to make her look bad because she ‘ignored’ you — really, you’re an internet stalker that’s why she wants nothing to do with you.

-Exposing team members who didn’t do their work — when you were the one ignoring their emails and phone calls.

-Drinking because your partner ‘is a bitch’ — wait, when is the last time you two talked? Three weeks?

-Hitting on some girl you don’t know — that girl is disgusted, like who are you?

Anything that you do that women do you deny.

 

WOMAN

-Posting a status on Facebook Twitter to attack another girl or group you don’t even know. You are hoping they will read in-between the lines and hear your message — but no, we know you’re another insane person on social media seeking attention.

-Talking badly about someone behind their back and spread rumors. Hoping they get paid back for that awful thing they supposedly did to you or someone else — really, it’s all in your head.

-Toying with a guy to get your ex or boyfriend to feel pain for something they did or said to you — really, it’s all in your head.

-Taking selfies.

-Wearing makeup.

-Calling someone out for something — so and so is crazy… so and so did this… and so and so said this. Better question is: What did you do?

-Disliking someone because they are pretty, skinny, fat, ugly, sexual orientation, race — what way? What is your problem as well?

Anything you do that men do and deny.

No, because that’s what they want.

Bend down on your knees

Tell them what they want to hear

Then you’re worth their time and worthy of their opporuntiy

Tell them lies

You’re great at this, you did this awesome thing better than anyone else

Bullshit.

No you didn’t

You didn’t do a fucking thing beside follow exactly what everyone else was doing

Like a puppet.

Then you’re skecthy

You don’t have all these awesome references

Because you didn’t waste your time kissing other peoples asses

Who didn’t give a flying fuck about you.

The only thing you cared was to get money

To support yourself and move out on your own

It’s not like you’re competing against anyone

Or trying to be better

You’re just human

They don’t understand

They think you’re playing a game like they are

They may not understand but I understand

Who are they

Puppets controlled by puppets.

Why do we need to prove ourselves to liars?

When we are for real?

Can they prove to use they aren’t.

Do they have the credentials besides their fucking job, degree, and Facebook to prove it?

Probably not.

Plastic is plastic.

They forget millions of people can see through them.

They continue to think you’re wonderful.

Got news for them,

You’re fucked.

We’ve seen it all.