Rapiversary

Are you waiting for the meltdown? Should I have sent you flowers and a note saying, “Happy rapiversary, sweetheart! I can’t believe you made it two years without being arrested for raping me on video! I love you 💋💋💋.” Like, what exactly are you looking for from me?

And I’m the crazy one.

You’re not getting a meltdown or a hysterical post. You don’t get that from me. I’ve only gotten stronger. Last year I was in dire straits without the good music. Last night, I worked on a guitar, I talked to {SC}, and I listened to music while I did it. I didn’t cry. I tried not to even think about it. It’s just another fucking day.

So no—no meltdown, despite you. No need to keep checking. I made it through the storm. I’m not celebrating in any way with lawsuits or anything—just writing my article for the paper and trying to find a job.

Waiting for LawyerBoy’s return so I fall apart if I need to. But no—you’re not making me melt down this year, so no need to check. I know you get off on causing me emotional pain. You always have. I’m not letting you today. Not this time.