Why are dudes crazy as fuck? We love them, cater to them, and where is the appreciation?
Happens every time. I'm not surprised, nor am I excited. I'm only good till I have a backbone and then I'm not shit?
I'm always wrong. But in all actuality your dick probably just needs to heal from fucking the girl who left the Bobby pins in the couch after your usual weekend disappearance. And I have no right to say anything cause I ain't your woman. But I get called names? I'm emotionally retarded?
Support your dreams. Check. Listen to you. Check. Show kindness. Check. Don't be boastful. Check. Don't be proud. Check. Be patient. Check. Don't be jealous. Check.
But fuck me and the job I helped you get? When you're trying to see your kid. And conquer the world. But you just ignore my emotionally retarded ass.
Yes, I know. And after everything I do... you ignore me. And I've been doing this for 3 years?
Ouch. The world and all of it sacredness is balance. How will you feel when your daughter loves someone exactly like you? What you feed the world you get in return.
And never charity. Only love. But love should always be mutual, never just when you need it. You're a man, not a child. I take care of my children, if I'm taking care of a man, I should be taken care of. And that includes caring about my day, Being there emotionally even when you can't financially.
If someone doesn't have interest in those things, then there really isn't a point. I'm not saying I'm sorry because the truth left a bitter taste. If goodbye is what he's shooting for, then a ship is always safest is the harbor, but that's not what a ship was made for. Set sail.
I'm not fighting for anyone who isn't fighting for me.
I'm sure another bitch will lick your ass and take off your pants, and get you addis, and head like mine, and rides, and candy. Oh and try and support your dreams and cater to you. Go ahead, replace me.
I got sticky icky green and scotch I don't really care.
The fuck?
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