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I have no clue and no understanding of what I'm about to type up so...enjoy *kanye shrug*.
Aiight so boom. I'm ummm lol Idk how to name my headspace right now. So we'll just say I'm currently in AHHHHHHHH mode. I don't really know how I'm feeling emotionally. I'm mostly distant from it all now. I'm just floating you know? I don't really feel empty? I don't know if that's the right word. My mean streak has kinda grown? Thing is, I don't really consider myself to be mean. I'm petty and bratty at times but mean? No lol *kanye shrug again*.
Anyways. How y'all doing or whatever? Still fetishizing black men and black women or nah? Still outchea finessing these special kind of stupid dudes/chicks? *low chuckle* I told y'all to leave that confectioner alone yo. Its not good for your health...LMAO. We still playing house or nah? lol
Y'all in situationships or has it morphed into something worth while? Y'all still trying to stay in relationships cu you need a place to stay? Y'all sugar daddies/mommies still alive and well?
Lol let me go to bed...y'all be good outchea in these fustreets. Oh yeah, leave them community hoes alone!!
Aiight, I'm gone! LOL!!
I just want to delete this darn profile. Do you all realize how pointless and disgusting this site is? It's all about getting points and filled with people that are ONLY here for their own gain. I'm tired of it all. I'm just ready to leave. FUBAR LET ME GO!! WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?! I don't care about points or the amount of photos or even my level. At one point it meant something to me. I had friends and myPoet. That was enough...but it was ALL a lie. EVERY SINGLE THING. Lies and fallacies told to keep other sated. Well I'm over it. I just want to be away. FUBAR DELETE MY FREAKING ACCOUNT PLEASE!!!! God...please. Let me go. PLEASE. :(...please...
Sometimes I sit and wonder what could I have done differently?
Was it the way I loved you? Did I not love you enough? Was I TOO much?
I second guessed every part of every encounter we shared. The late night phone calls.
The serious, "I really need you to just listen..." conversations. Was it TOO much?
I honestly thought that maybe I was the problem, and you know what...I probably was partly to blame.
I just thought that by loving you with my all would be enough for you. I guess it was TOO much.
I remember sitting with you on the phone after my work day had just finished. It was a rough one for me.
So you learned of one of my many pass times, Coloring. We shared yet another common ground. That was ENOUGH for me.
We sat there in complete silence. You coloring in your calming book and me coloring another page for my scrapbook.
Words weren't needed to be said. Just you being calm and me being calm together. That was ENOUGH for me.
It's amazing how one conversation between us can go south and you disappear. Was this all just an act?
I loved you but I'm starting wonder was it ever met with the same amount of passion as mine. Or was it all an act?
When you said you'd stay on the other side of my wall, constantly sending an arrow of love my way...was that just an act?
You're truly a great magician. Never have I seen someone disappear so easily. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you.
I'll be telling the whole truth if I said I didn't want you back though. I pray you find peace.
Maybe one day you'll stop your Disappearing Act...
