cry wolf, why don't ya

he’d been crying wolf for years. I’ve felt sorry in the beginning, over time thought he’s quite insane untill I came to the point when I just felt sorry, he musta been hurt so much that was his way of adressing his issues... blahblahblah anyways I had grown a soft spot for him.

right untill the moment when I noticed he’s not “seeing” me. he doesn’t notice me. not like a real person. I’m merely the fool who still listened to his ranting and raving, trying to stand by him as a mate, showing him the soft spot every once in a while, showing patience (“look, I do like you)... he kept on crying wolf, pointing at others. yeah, I think they’re horrible, too. yeah, I think he’s somewhat lacking. yeah, I did like him.

he trampled on that spot he lived on by telling me he’s emotionally deaf and doesn’t see me as a woman, I don’t look anything like a woman he’d actually notice/see. how about I lost all the unneccesary weight. that was the moment when I stopped being interested. that was the moment when I got angry. is this what it comes down to? you can be caring, intelligent, charming, nice blahblahblah but the moment you don’t look like friggin’ angie jolie, you’re not a person? not interesting? well, fuck you too!

so I’m the fool that lends idiots an ear and a shoulder to cry on. so I’m the fool who lets others abuse them with their psychobabble. being a good listener starts to suck from the moment on you only get people’s mental diarrhoea, and when they’re done crapping on you, they go and fall for the ones who don’t give a damn. sure, go ahead do that. without me though. I’ve had enough.

psychological aide fees have gone up to 50 € per hour. non-refundable and cash only. thanks.