Where did you go?
It’s been four days. You’ve read all my messages. Your phone hasn’t died once which means you’re comfy. So you’re just laid up over there chillin. And it began less than 24 hours after I went to stay somewhere else. Then I find his clothes in the dirty pile in the bathroom. So I was right that day when I got home from work and could smell him in my room.
I was so excited to finally be working again and you couldn’t even go to bed with me on my last night before my first day. Instead you stayed locked in the bathroom on Snapchat until 5am. Which reminds me of the second night, where you “lost track of time” and stayed over there “with Emily” until 5 am. All of this conveniently before I left for work. Then you’d pretend to be asleep and not text me for hours. All the while the internet logs show instagram and Snapchat pings non stop until I get off work. Then right when I walk in, you suddenly have to poop for two hours.
Honesty with someone with such a seasoned history as you do, you’re fucking slacking girl.
So whatever you gotta tell yourself to live with the guilt but I know you guys were fucking before I finally left. But knowing you didn’t even stay one night alone, I’ve taken the house back. Everyone is wondering where you are. You kids. Your grandma. You took nothing but my ketamine, the weed and the Bluetooth speaker. 😂 watch out for that UTI
Ps. 4:44