I was talking to my life the other day...we talked for a while. I asked her why couldn't she please my heart and why'd she have to be such a real B**** sometimes. She said it was all part of the plan. That when I get my heart broken it made me stonger and inmune to all other types of pain.
I stood up and told her that she could take her poetry and go f**k herself cause all I wanted was you. Then she b****-slaped me and told me to get a grip.
You wanna know what I did next???? HUH??? Wanna know??? I'll tell you what I did next!!!!
