...is somethin i don't need right now. i'm gonna die if this nigga asks me one more question regarding how i feel about our damn relationship.
he can't type worth a damn. he lacks full computer literacy (how do you not know a floppy disk will prevent your computer from booting up?) he talks way too much about feelings and whatnot. its killin me inside, little by little.
next nigga i fuck with will have to be my age. at least. i can't do this young nigga shit no more..
back to basics
Labels: life
