Together, apart, together, apart, infidelity on one side, infidelity on the other, back together again. And now, I’m not good enough. At least I can own up to my faults I guess. 🤷‍♂️

Remember fellas if you can be honest she should be too. Unfortunately most of these “narcissists” (I’m so sick of that word, can you tell?) end up calling us one. I’m convinced that anyone who uses that word seriously without a doctorate are toxic.

The childish side of me wants to spite fuck her friends but that wouldn’t help me feel better. I’m just going to play the Witcher 3 and bang all the witches instead.

Love yourself brothers.