Jun 5, 2018
Entry 7
It’s been a few months of poisonous nonsense. I’ve started writing poetry to get it out.
I’m in love with button poetry and the use of spoken word to share feelings.
Today he broke a snow globe that my new love gave me. Then when I confronted him and asked for an explanation he went off about the car being a mess and then blamed me for not getting an interview for a promotion.
Apparently this progression:
My mother hates him
My mother is friends with someone
Someone is friends with his boss
His boss used to be my boss
Ipsofacto
His boss won’t promote him because of a weird connection to me.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.