My niggas

“And my niggas, these bitches can’t touch what we got…”

Or so I thought

*ok I’m done with it. I’ll speak when my head is clear. And I stop being a bitch and crying. Needed to vent

*** oh and it doesn’t matter. You said I was lying by saying that. But since you don’t care. It doesn’t matter.

Fuck that

You and him IS NOT the same thing with US and vida. iT’s FUCKInG NOT. What’s goin on is lowkey fucked up. But you don’t care. About me. That’s fine. You’ve made it clear several times. Told me flat out I mean NOTHING. That’s fine.
I really do wish you 2 well. Honestly. I’m just upset. And everyone knows I’m so fuckin in love with you that when I calm down it won’t fuckin matter. Pathetic.

Her and him

Can’t believe it.
I’m fuckin dead inside. Again.
I’m speechless. I can’t take it.
I wanna end it all right now.
Fuck man. Really?!
Here comes the tears. And depression.
I’m gonna go take these pills (maybe enough to end it all.)

EDIT: should I just give her these tickets with her mothers day gift? Idk man. I hate this

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