…then one day I woke up and realized that the narcissist I almost allowed to destroy my mind, my belief in love, and EVEN my faith in God, was actually a weak, pathetic, insecure JOKE of a “man”. If I so much as even think about him now, I laugh to myself, “Lol. What a fucking pussy!” The power he once had over me is MINE, always was, and is EVERYTHING, because queens don’t hand over the reigns to their kingdom to ANYONE less than a king!

(“Then One Day I Woke Up“)

At this point, these chronicles are getting kinda funny. Be it known, however, that although this Diary entry is dated February 20, 2022, because that’s when the little fucker called me yet again, I didn’t find it on my phone until a week later.

Why is that you ask? Well, my friends, “Catherine Marie” (throwing up in my own mouth) has left the building, Satan is BLOCKED and DISREGARDED, and long gone are the days that I go digging through fuckin’ trashcans. Well, wait. I take that back. Rebirthing and reinventing seemingly useless things is one of my favorite things to do, but only if that garbage is worth my time and attention.

Meanwhile …

Yah. I Jean-Claude Van Damn BET you’d enjoy visiting with me, but, umm, this living queen no longer associates herself with the devil’s spawn. So, no, THANK YOU you inglorius LITTLE bastard. You lose. I WIN!