This is the type of FUCKED UP mood Im in UGH

PhD. In HIM

If I counted up all the hours I studied, read, focused on,
Fucked,
Sucked
Cried over,
Cried over,
Gotten up
And been resilient about not given up on, believed in, loved,
Hated
So believed in,
Ignored my friends' advice over,
Talked about,
Talked about,
Did I mention talked about?
I'd have a PhD in him
By now I could have had a PhD in, philosophy
Internal medicine,
Middle Eastern studies
Stem cell research but NO...
I have a PhD in HIM.
Funny how he brings me
No income,
no pention,
no future,
no future
Did I mention no future?
And so don't ask me what I did this year I didn't write any plays or any
Books
I didn't do some responsible shit like pursue a backup career
I was fully employed in the fury of
HIM
Graduated at the tippy top of my class,
Magna Cum fuckin Laude in a waste of fuckin' time, Hours upon hours
Spent figuring out his
Equations,
Riddles,
Word problems,
Cross word puzzle,
Cracking his codes
And philosophizing his constitution over
grand marnier,
wine ,
vodka,
vodka,
OH... did I mention vodka? ,
So quiz me I know him better than he knows himself, I'm that
matriculated doctorate ho,paid full tuition at Its All About Him
University Ladies? Have You Visited?
See, now I'm licensed to teach and preach Sparing my pride in the hope
some other women might read my dissertation.
See, I have a PhD in him and my transcript is rolling off my wicked
tongue.
Not sure of how my most difficult degree might serve me.
But think one day I'll thank him for reminding me how fierce a pupil of
life I really am