It distracted my boyfriend, making him literally immune to the
responsibility of showering unconditional love to keep his Queen alive,
when it should be me instead. I insisted on actually trying not to care
what has been persistently going on. But those days were long gone. It’s
been happening for quite some time now ever since he started reading
about Ants a year ago.
Okay fine that was before we met each other, but even so, you see my point.
Now. I’m writing about this merely for the sake of killing time while
Lawrence continues his interesting hobby about raising Ant colonies in
his room next to where he sleeps. Next to my Doritos. Next to the best
light. Next to the wide, sleek, flatter than my singing chords TV. So
whenever he’s feeding the Queen, I’ll be here after a long day of work.
Colonies with an ‘ S ‘. And yes, I’m an attention-seeking girl.
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