The currency of your words is crap. You spun a tale of gold. And because the glint and glean of what could be seemed so shiny and ideal, I happily traded in my better judgment.
And now my emotional capacity is bankrupt.
Someday I'd like to think that I'd grow past this naivity, that the next too-good-to-be-true pitch will have me turn my heels, but let's be honest, when it comes to the heart, I am the worst broker of all.
(Another post brought to you by the letters P-M-S. Fingers crossed I do not let my CGS get the better of me, because boy oh boy it is not a good idea to scorn a girl with a blog.)
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