cellosoul

#Loser

The ex called me a loser. In public, no less. And not to my face.

E. is the kind of person who captures (people in photographs) and nothing else. Everything is a Tweet for her. Every piece of information like a Facebook update. An opportunity to stalk, to balk, to judge.

Thank God I ran away, back across the country, back home where I belong.

I'm not a loser, I'm a Little Monster, and a Gleek. Aside from that, though, I'm just an artist.

I think she meant to say "poor." She's not a member of the 1%, but she is by default, because her parents sponsor her entire existence.

I have enough distance from it now that I can write about it. Figured I'd do so while the observations are on my mind.

She'll never see this, it's not a short enough Tweet.