Tag: CreativeWriter

I’m a Boss Ass Bitch

Karen slid into my DM’s

I’m nothing. I’m no one. I’m uneducated. I’m unkempt, I’m irrelevant, I’m FAT, I’m BLACK, I have fake lips and tits, I’m ghetto, I’m crap, I’m desperate for the wasteman you claim, I’m broke, I’m old, I wish I were famous… can’t remember the rest. But I agree with Karen – I’m trash.

Even the exact shade of red won’t make you better than the worst version of

UNIQUE.

We’re not the same, sweetheart; I have no competition – almost 8 billion humans reside on this planet, and you assume I’m focused on your shit-show.

Right.

#OnlyOnCamera

Salty Saturdays – Pencilled In 03.04.2021

We could call it whatever we like, essentially we set the rules surrounding our lives.

Our relationship has intensified in areas we did not expect.

Burning questions, life lessons and stealth deception.

We dreamt of becoming the couple that wins at everything. Only we end up losing because neither of us accepts the fact that we aren’t like the pictures we post up on our social media platforms.

#BAE

We dare not part, for the blogs would type and the users would read, the creators would make memes and our lie would be free!

That’s why each week we pencil in a day, well a block of time for us to try and reach and match our still images of happiness with reality.

The Baby Cried

You went on like you forgot to buy condoms.

I acted like it was okay! I didn’t want a piece of latex to ruin our moment in time.

My period was late.

My period never arrived.

I tested positive.

I cried.

I waited for what I thought was the right time to tell you and you offered to book me into a private abortion clinic.

I hadn’t reacted and you assumed I agreed with your offer.

When two people declare love and love has been shown, one can’t help but imagine that whatever comes their way, they will face it as one.