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Monday, February 6th — Text Post

There is no third guy. This isn’t the 3 little pigs.

Monday, February 6th — Text Post

The second guy really didn’t fit into my life. Like forcing the wrong puzzle pieces together. I was never discouraged knowing that you can fit them together, even if they’re wrong. Though with that attitude, it was a wonder how I didn’t see our demise coming. Truthfully, we ended before we even began.

Monday, February 6th — Text Post

Well it’s like, the first guy never had a chance. I romanticized every little thing about him, despite him being an alcoholic who couldn’t start his car without blowing into a breathalyzer. And yet to me, he was just a tortured soul and quiet musician who was down on his luck. To this day I’m not sure if my worth goes beyond the type of men that I choose.