Peace the fuck out.

Peace the fuck out.

~ 4.21.2009

For the past week or so I have neglected this thing because in all honesty I have way too many things on my mind and too many things to do to even sit here and type what's on my mind right now. Half that shit is so depressing anyway I don't feel like sharing. Day after day people are trying my patience wanting a piece of me, to be a part of my life and I don't like t disappoint people. I hate having people hate me or be upset with me. At the end of the day I'm a people pleaser, I hate conflict, I hate yelling. I like when things are mellow and cool. That part of my personality works great with friends but with ex-boyfriends not so much. Pardon my french from now on... But these motherfuckers got me sick and fucking tired. Grow some and figure out why it is that I don't want to be around you and why we broke up. What do you bring to the table? A mouth to feed doesn't count. I don't give a fuck anymore if you don't like me and you hate my fucking guts. Maybe thats better so you don't walk around with this false idea that you're worth my fucking time.

I'm gonna go listen to that new Kid Cudi, you might wanna listen to some Mariah Carey.