Nah fuck that. I can’t even… I’m going for a fucking drive you know what fuck that shit. Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck.
Fuck boys thinkin’ that they doin’ shit nowadays nah fuck that. They know that they’re wrong. Who got some fuckin weed? I need a fuckin smoke.
So, today the the girl that I’ve been talking to rode with me to Subway and we chilled for a bit, just talking, laughing, smiling, and having a good time. We get back in my car and I take her back to school so she can get her car and go home to check on her brother. We’re sitting in the parking lot and I proceed to inform her of my feelings, and she states that they’re mutual, but that she was scared that I would say that. She goes on to explain to me that a relationship isn’t for her because she feels as if she’s not a person that does well in a relationship. I’m sitting there, having every feeling in my being stepped on, while she compliments all of these character traits that I possess. She says she appreciates my honesty, my humor, my sense of kindness and wisdom, and she goes on to say that she feels bad, gives me a hug, and gets out of the car.
I drove home more emotional than I’ve been in a very long time.
