I am not friends with Wallow.
Wallow does nothing for me.
All he does is take, and take, and take, and take some more. Talk about self-absorb, am I right?
Sometimes Wallow comes by when I am nearing my period. I am vulnerable. He is vicious. I let my guard down, and before I knew it, I am drowning in Wallow.
Wallow is a bastard.
(If you’re confused where I am going with this, it’s in the direction of STOP FUCKING WALLOWING YOURSELF IN YOUR FUCKING SELF-PITY OR ANGER OR SADNESS OR WHATEVER, WAKE THE FUCK UP. Hope that’s clearer.)