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Everytime I've tried to write out something, I lose all interest in doing so or having nothing to say, even though I had a head full of ideas before.

So here it is.

I told my ex to fuck off because I thought I had found someone new. Someone to replace him.

It ended up being a lie. So I confronted the guy about what he did to me, and I didn't even get a fucking apology.

How can someone be so cruel? He played with my heart and my head and didn't acknowledge it at all when I had found out everything. And now he ignores me.

Such is life, I suppose.

Lots of drama in my life at the moment, so I'm staying lowkey till it all blows over. It's ridiculous.

On a lighter note: Meet my son, Ronnie: