Open Letter

Open letter to you.

I figured I get all of this stuff off of my chest, because the truth is- I haven't forgiven you, and I'm not sure I ever will. I don't trust you, and I'm not sure if I ever will. You have betrayed me in the worst possible ways, and to this very day, don't take responsibility for your part in confusion. I just want you to be clear about my feelings about you. I will only feel better if I get it all off my chest.

You are a backstabber in the worst way. A manipulator. A punk. Someone who NEVER could stand on their own two. Spiteful. FAKE. Mean-spirited. You blend in with the best of them. It always amazed me how you could pretend so well. Hmm.

You're a leech. You hop from one person to the next, talking about how much you love that person, when in all honesty- they're just there to pass the time away. does that sound familiar?

I'm glad I don't have to see your face. I'm glad you're no longer around me. You're the type of person who wants everyone to be mad with a person just because you are. You are so JEALOUS. You'll do anything to be the number one, including making another person look bad.

You've sewn such bad karma for yourself. Everything you've said and done to make me look bad, will in turn come back to haunt you. All the (undercover, of course) mean things you've done to other people, will come back to you. You will get back all the dirt you've done times ten. It was never in your character to do (BAD) things in a blatant manner. That doesn't mean that you haven't done them.

In the final analysis, I wish you all the best, but I must say- You are one of the most horrible people I know.

Groupies.

I hate groupies. Like really. They irritate my spirit so much, it's like "Damn, can you hop off that nigga's meat for a second? Can you take his salami out of your voice box real quick?"

Especially when you're throwing yourself all over a boy that I like.

Shit is critical out here, because I never sweat niggas. I really don't. They come, they go, and most of the time I don't even notcie.

I notice it this time, but that's here nor there because I've come to realize that there's a reason they call 'em groupies. It's because niggas get what they want and toss them bitches to the side.



Real Steez: I just wish this nightmare would end.

Pussy Power.

I don't believe in hiding from my readers. I know you're out there, even though y'all don't comment- and that makes me sad. Anyway, from time to time, I'll blog about personal situations and events that affect my life. All identities will be hidden to protect the innocent- and the not so innocent. I won't shout folk out.




I didn't realize that pusy power was real until last night. Pause.

There's a male in my life, we'll call him "kid", has been in a fucked up situation. He's been messing with this chick, we'll call her "skank" for a minute. It's really taken a toll on him, and everyone close to him. I'll give yall a little backstory on this chick: SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND.

RED FLAG.

Not a regular boyfriend either, a boyfriend who says that he can't picture life without her- he'd kill himself first.

RED FLAG NUMBER 2.

All of her past relationships have been with crazy, abusive thugs.

RED FLAG NUMBER 3.

Everyone close to "kid", including myself, has tried to warn him about this chick. She's unstable, and all of her relationships are unstable. She's been letting "kid" slide in her for a minute now. How you gon' let him smash when you have a (suicidal) boyfriend?

DIRTY BITCH.


I'd say that shit got really real last night. Mind you, "skank" is 21. "Kid" is 20. Why the fuck is she playing on "kid's" phone on an unavailable number? and to top it all off, she had another nigga on the line! It got so bad, that he had to turn his phone off. LOL. SMH.

WTF.

I just used three text phrases in a row. Shit is critical out here.

this situation gets more bizarre by the minute. I knew this bitch was crazy.

So, all of the people close to "kid" (including.. yours truly) try to talk some sense into his ass. I asked him, "What is it about her? Why does it seem like you can't shake this bitch off?"

He didn't asnwer.

So, "kid" turned his phone back on today, and of course the unavailable number was back at it again.

He decided to cook, and gives me his phone. BAD MOVE on his part. So, I accidentally on purpose ran across some of his text messages. From her. They read as follows:

"I can't wait until you cum all over.. I mean come over :D"

"I wanna have wildddd, nasty, kinky sex!"

"I wanna suck ya cock. I wanna lick your cum. I want you to fuck my asshole. I wanna ride ya dick til my pussy juice is drippin on ya dick and balls"


My mouth dropped to the fucking floor when I read that. The first thing that ran through my mind was, "Damn, this is a nasty freak bitch". Then a lightbulb went off:

THAT'S WHY HE CAN'T LET GO.

The nastiness in her is appealing to him. And that's disappointing. I'm sure there are some bitches with less baggage that arre just as nasty, some x10.


Pussy Prevails.


But.. pussy won't prevail in this situation. She better get it together before my foot climbs up her ass walls.