I think the worst part of TikTok is that I still feel ignored.
Like high school all over again.
Like middle school all over again,
Y’all are why I yell talk.
Y’all are why I feel like no one understands me.
My brain was on cloud nine while info-dumping.
If you stop me halfway through I have to start all over.
Oh, I get it.
No one has the patience for me until they need something.
They will sit and ‘care’ once they have their hooks in.
As soon as I am at the whim of this situationship.
I can’t look away.
I can’t not call.
I can’t not check on you.
I can’t not pay your bills to keep you closer than moving away.
Do not forget to use that ‘you wouldn’t be anything without me’ voice style.
Don’t forget that isolation is best.
Double tap that trauma bonding.
Lay the love bombing on triple thick.
I used to eat that for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
My heart still resets.
Finds my peace.
Then here comes another one.
Like a target on my back.
Again, you’d think it was for sport.
No need to keep me around for necessity.
Don’t run or try to hide.
It’s inevitable, it truly is.
Say hello to the support group out there of lost friendships.
At least that is what they’d call it after I took my life back.
Just Rant Already 
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