So, here’s the story, I was a tad drunk so I could be leaving some things out but here it is. I’m in my car. He comes up and opens the door, and proceeds to sit in the driver’s seat with me.
ME: get out.
HIM: why you gotta be like that (as he rubs my shoulder)
ME: (pushing him off me) I have a boyfriend
ME: Jacob Ponder
HIM: that fuck up?
ME: excuse me?! he’s not a fuck up, he’s been clean for 3 months.
HIM: Nahh, that bitch comes to me every weekend to buy blues.
ME: no he does not, fuck off! (as I push him out of my car)(I knew he only said that because he’s mad he can’t be with me)
I then get out of my car and start throwing punches at him, cussing up a storm. I hit the shit out of him.
then I got back in my car and peaced.
Today, I was worried people at school would think I was a retard but it turns out I looked legit, and people think I’m a badass now. crazy I know
You can talk shit about me all you want, but don’t talk shit about the people I love.
Why am I a pathetic girl? Why do my emotions get the best of me? Why can’t I be treated the way I deserve? Why do I let people walk all over me? Why must you treat me like this after all the things I have done for you? Why do I keep forgiving you? Why do I always end up thinking I am the one at fault? Why Why Why