I’m every woman, it’s all in me.
Enough of the drama. I told the dramatic actress in me to go to her room. I gave her the time-out that she deserves.
After reading my post, a friend said to me, that I sound like a woman to him. Of course I need to lift my pride; I told him that I’m not a woman. I’m gay. Uh-oh, of course, I was just blabbering and good thanks, the conversation happened in my Entrecards inbox not in person or in the phone, or else he might hear me doing speak of tongue.
I know that he wouldn’t like it if I do. And I bet that if I do, he will be going to lay his hands on my head and drive out the bad spirit that resides in my body.
Also, the bad spirit that covers my heart so that it won’t feel anything other than being solitary would not like that either. Who wants to depart from my sexy body (bwahahahaha!)? Not him!
The bad spirit wants me, he wants me to feel sad so I’ll hang to my solitariness and keep on blabbering inside – talking to my inner me- and the three of us will live happily ever after. Now, how come solitude will live happily ever after?
Clarification, I’m a woman. If I am not, I should be called Manilenyo. Also I’m gay, gay with so much drama which makes me a real woman.
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