Pet Peeve #037 – Wallow

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.)



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