I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me like two days ago and we broke up and there was an explosive fight. Then he saw me down the street from his tattoo shop at a rite aid and he got all pissed because he thought I was gonna go to his shop and start ****. He lied and I fell for it, and I hate his for it. Though he is still doing my tattoos on my birthday because hes the cheapest around and he does a nice job.
So I am now single and I am not trusting of guys at all right now.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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