say the fuck what?
when i say i cussed my “friend” the fuck out last night?
all while listening to “take me to the king” on repeat.
he had to hang up the phone on me.
i called back and it went to voice mail.
i proceeded to get it poppin’ there.
i hung up,
thought of more things to say,
and then called back and left another voice mail.
i’m not one to be arguing and all that,
but every inch of “ratchet jamari” came out of me last night.
i talked about how he is a simp ass mamas boy.
i talked about how i feel he is a low key liar.
i talked about how much of a hoe i think he is.
hell i talked about how i think his head is too big for that small ass body.
how dare you tell me i need to be over my best friend’s death already?
askin’ me why i haven’t been answering his calls?
you insensitive ignorant dust bunny bitch ass bastard.
how fuckin’ dare you?
i had no fucks to give.
tbh, i haven’t lately.
he could as well as twisted his head off his shoulders for me.
yet when he was going through it,
i was there.
like a dumb ass.
holdin’ his hand and seeing him through everything.
callin and checkin up.
now i’m going through it and you acting smug?
well fuck you asshole.
you let the pretty face fool ya like i won’t get it turnt up…
its not getting better yet.
i’m still emotionally going through havoc.
the fucked up part is that i want to talk to no one i use to know.
the only people who “get it” is the foxhole.
other than that,
i’m completely over it.
i will say i felt great cussin’ him out tho.
i needed that.
felt like a weight released on my shoulders.
lowkey: ima be honest with ya’ll,
when my breakthrough comes,
a lot of people are headed to the: