venting venting bent

unfortunately, no one is presidentiable enough to lend me a guitar so i can just translate this angst into an aural exclamation feast.

since i don’t have a uterus,
since society dictates the "beautiful" stereotype that the male of the specie would always
benefit in a falling out of  a relationship( "HEY you’re a guy, you can just fuck around anyway and anytime you want.."),
i have suffered the inaugural blisters that comes right after each accusations.
and i’m through being an adorable fuck.

the funny thing is no one appears to know the story but they seem to be a hell of an expert as if every book-etched philosophers and gods would curse me to damnation and they’re totally sure about it.

and for the record,i never wanted this to happen.
why would i want to?
my whole life,and my whole security was at stake here.
my self esteem was plummeting jet speed before lozada could even sigh the word zte on her unshaven nostrils.
but it happened.
dead pretty.

i never wanted this.

but loneliness is never an excuse for love
so i sulk
being mature enough to accept a reality
that became like a bitter pill
so fucking hard to swallow.
being mature enough to understand
that distance
this thing we are going through
may even be a good thing.

i know i don’t need to explain anything but i just did.
blame it on my lack of friends who can lend me a guitar.

so FUCK YOU
you with your sexist ideals who thinks i don’t deserve any sympathy.