compost:
i'm so tired of not being sure
outcome:
compost:
My love is like a balloon Picture of childlike joy Shiny Bouyant Seemingly with a life of its own Easily won Reach out and grasp the string It is yours .... Ah, But that string Thin and tenuous Never forget it is yours It flies into the autumn sky Never to return
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Do you think I'm stupid? You said you were going to a conference. I called the city information, there's no such conference. You think just posting "missing someone" means I'll assume it's for me? Do you think I'm stupid? Once a cheater, always a cheater. You're up to your old tricks again, you low down lying three-timing slimy dog.
outcome:
compost:
I hate myself for loving you. I hate this insecure depressed little whiny needy bitch that you've turned me into. I hate the way you always leave me with juuust enough to keep hanging on. I hate that you took a happy, satisfied and generally good person and turned me into a cheating and unsatisfied with everything in my life person. Either start being romantic again or get the fuck out of my life. All I do is spend every day aching for you and wanting you and generally being either depressed or pissed off because of the distant way you treat me, and then you have the temerity to ask me how I can possibly doubt your feelings for me. Maybe if you'd actually say 1/10th of the uplifting things I say to you I wouldn't be fucked up like this and trying to hide it from every damn person I know.
outcome:
compost:
Well, that was rude as hell, cutting off the conversation like that. You realize it looks like I caught you having sex with someone else so you just ditched out on me, right?
outcome:
Remains of things you killed and ate; things you grew; things that grew in space you're responsible for; things that died in that space; dead things. Everything here was composted at the shit talk compost bin.