to whom it may concern

for some reason it really bothers me when people talk about me, it doesn’t matter to me whether its good or bad, just dont talk about me. its either you’re talking to directly to me or you’re not speaking my name at all. i feel thats fair when chances are your name never crosses a conversation of mine. lately its my weight loss, my drug use, my relationship, or being M.I.A dont worry about me. do you.

glad its a new week

too much shit has gone down.
dysfunctional relationship, fighting bruises.
funeral, death tragic.
sperm donor, get the fuck out.
marriage, isn’t as perfect as it appeared.
AND THEN,
pigs, getting arrested court date.

all within a matter of 4 days, if its not one shit fucking up my life its another.
none of this shit was self inflected, pathetic.

…I just want you ‘cuz you’re next