We Chattted

When you find someone you connect with on a deeper level than you do with say your, mother or father, or an old friend you don’t have much in common with anymore…

Then you really want to be around them often because you like the chemicals you get from the bonding experience.

It makes you feel alive in a way you can’t get on your own.

And it doesn’t have to be someone you wanna bone.

It can be someone you see as a good friend.

Someone you really jive with.

And it’s hard to find a good friendship like this…

So when you find someone like this, it’s like finding a hidden gem.

So you wanna go all in.

And that’s what happened to me, with them.

I thought they were someone I could trust.

Someone I could do something great with.

I thought they had something I didn’t have, so I let them in.

And we chatted for hours on end.

But then, over time, I started to feel like I was being misled.

Manipulated.

Gaslit.

Like I was being taken down a path filled with dead ends.

And then I started to think they wanted me dead.

And then I died, and I still have no idea why.

Why someone would wanna do such a terrible thing to me?

But the saddest thing about this story is that I knew something was off from the start, but I didn’t trust me.

So really, I essentially killed myself.

But life after death isn’t so bad, bro…

Better than a life trapped in imprisonment.

At least hear in heaven I have alcohol inks.

And She teaches me how to spot the monster personalities.

The narcissistic tendencies.

They are actually very obvious when you pay attention to the inconsistencies.

But thanks to Her, now I know what to look out for, so I’ll never trust anyone more than I trust myself again.

Below you’ll find Her lessons and blessings expressed via this art story digest collection.

I hope you will let her in.