anonymous asked:

Just saw a picture of D from the hotel opening last night...hands not in pockets. Looks like black nail polish on both thumbs...

Anon.  That was January 19.  25 days after Christmas.

 Let’s review his nail once again on January 7.  Much closer To the date the video was allegedly taped by his good friend Chris Lorentz.

That my dear.  Is a bruise.  You can actually see the skin under the nail is irratated.  Photos from last night mean nothing.  And For the record. I still believe they are bruises.  They certainly aren’t blue.  Which is the color of his nails in the video. But if it’s their attempt at damage control.  Pathetic. 

I’m exhausted with this conversation. Except reality. Video taped on or about October 24 when every person in that video can be placed in San Fran.  And Darren had perfect blue hedwig nails   

Choose to believe what you want. That Darren is ok with another man sleeping in his bed.  With his girlfriend. That he painted his nails and entertained in a onesie despite the fact that his actual family is noticeably absent. We know from chuck’s IG he spent Christmas in ny with the grandchildren. But if you want to believe Cerena and Bill and Darren decided to celebrate with friends instead of the grandkids.  Whatever.  Believe that he is dating a spoiled brat.  As long as you can maintain your fantasy that he might date you.  If that helps you to sleep.   Go ahead.  

But I wish you’d think about what your need to hold onto a PR fantasy is doing to Darren. He is being forced to hide.  Engage in ridiculous stunts and games. Deny who he is and who he loves publicly.   Something that is affecting  him emotionally and physically. 

It’s time we set him free and allow Darren to simply be Darren.  

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.