I kinda miss crazy chicks - for like 10 seconds. Then, I remember the drama. I used to thrive on that drama. I used to thrive on the passionate screaming and yelling.
These days, I'm too old for that shit. These days, I'm pretty happy with zero drama.
I run away when they start the screaming and yelling.
I used to yell/speak back at them, generally saying not nice things. Things like, "You're a cow-cunted whore and easily replaced. Don't say you're leaving, pack your shit and go. I'll help you pack."
LoL I would like to but that kind of thing only makes the situation worse in my experience. At least I don't have to tell them to pack their shit and go. None of them live here. Im usually at their place so I just get the hell out of there before I get arrested for something stupid. Cause that's no fun.
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