penguinprostitution:

I know you’re hurting. Nothing hurts like having someone walk all over your already bruised heart and then walk out on you. I know you’re a complete wreck and I want to hug you and make you feel better and I want to promise you that everything’s going to be fine and that you’ll find someone even better and that this person will love you for all eternity. I want to tell you how wonderful a person you are and how you’ll bounce back and how you’ll eventually forget and how you may even come to laugh about this in the very very distant future and how you’ll heal in time. I want to cushion your blows and fluff your pillows and pamper you. I really want to comfort you

but

I won’t do any of these things because I’ve been down this road alone and I turned out just fine. Hell, it’s made me stronger. Look at me. I am Trishie the tough cookie.

You can call me a heartless bitch and a lousy friend and all that jazz. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re a grown-up and this is your problem and you need to accept responsibility for the part, no matter how tiny, you played in the events leading up to the break-up.

I can overlook how, even after the two of you are clearly not seeing each other anymore, you turn putty in his hands and how you let him fuck your brains out even though you can’t remember why you fell in love with him or why you were in a relationship with him to begin with. I’m a girl too, you know, and I know that sometimes our hearts fuck us over and I understand how difficult it is to say no.

But what sickens me is how you allow yourself to be manipulated by a dickwad who only wants sex from you. What sickens me even more is how you drop everything for him just so he can stick his penis up in you.

How can you be okay with him not loving you? How can you be with him when you know he is incapable of loving and will fuck anything that walks? How can you be okay with him remembering you only when he needs sexual activity? How can you be okay when you don’t even realise your own self-worth?

You fucking deserve to be with someone who wants to be with you. You don’t need a lifetime of one night stands and until you find that someone, why the fuck settle? Why compromise your standards and beliefs and ideals for some cock? That’s fucking insane and that’s why you fucking piss me off.

If that dick isn’t sure of what you mean to him and doesn’t know if he wants to be around you, ask him to fuck off until he wants to be around you enough to make you happy.

And where the fuck is your dignity and pride, you stupid bitch? Stop texting him or calling him or emailing him. Stop contacting him. He’s already bled you dry. Why do you keep cutting yourself deeper? Your blood’s not going to fix him and your veins aren’t going to miraculously intertwine with his and branch out into each other’s souls and all that fucking jazz.

Close your fucking heart. Close it tight. Let your heart pump and let the pressure build and let the blood course through your veins and let the essence of you sing through your body.

You’ll be fine. You’ll be okay. We all are, eventually.

You have no fucking choice so suck it up and quit whining.

There’s nothing wrong with you just being you for awhile.