Well coddamn. Here we are. At the end of another ‘day’. I should actually post my diet today as it’s been mostly okay but as normal I’m jumping subjects. So I posted a meme with one of ‘my catchphrases’: love makes yer fat. I realised afterwards... Love makes us to stupid things. From cycle to a Kid’s party, back to yours and back to the party just because you forgot something belonging to your kid... To lying to friends and family. To murder... Makes my legs go funny just to think about how many people have cheated or lied to loved ones. And how many of those stories end up with someone dead. But then I have the paradox; I need love. Unless you voted for the orange man and can’t wait for his fucking wall, most times you can’t get that kind of love from families. I’m afraid to fall in love with anyone for a long period because people scare me. In general. I rather share periods of time with play mates/FwB/Flings/SWs then... It would feel like a lie if I wanted to share my whole life with someone. I just can’t see it. Maybe another kid or two, i’m not ruling that out... But marriage? Nah mate. “Getting married is for pro-“ Ahhh nope. This is quite a truthful post. I don’t want it deleted because ‘hateful’ banter. Niiiiight. WE’RE GOING OUT TO YEMEN! 🇾🇪

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