romantic munchies.
- dana: *eats all chips* want my chip dust?
- me: no... thanks. *walks away*
- dana: *follows me and points finger* dont act like you're too good for chip dust!!
honestly
idk how the fuck i managed to get this guy i have. he happens to be the love of my life, the very first guy i’ve dated. met his manwhore ass in high school. he’s SEXY as hell, like tall black basketball player who is the sweetest thing ever (which gets him in trouble sometimes -__-). i know i walk down the street holding his hand and people, his exes & other bitches are like “wtf” “he can do better” “she’s not good enough” but FUCK ALL YOU BITCHES. im short, thick, another color, cute and banging him :) so suck it! none of y’all are me.
im quite happy
my boyfriend puts the biggest smile on my face <3 i’m so glad we’ve been doing so well :) it’s these moments that make me thankful he chose me and i chose his dumb ass haha.
smoking a blunt with my boyfriend and his mom
hahahaha <3 they say i look 13 smoking weed
how are you supposed to feel…
when your boyfriend has all these bitches on his nutz? he doesnt help so much either when he’s overly nice to all these bitches. i know the world isn’t perfect, but honestly, if you apparently know somebody is in a relationship why would you fuck that up? or even try, like would you want someone to do that shit to you? i was that person once i guess, but it was different.. yet everyone says their side is different or whatever. but what makes me more mad/sad is not the bitches.. but him… why put yourself in that situation? its not because we argue that you do this… thats bullshit. stop fucking around, be fucking honest, and fucking be a real man. ive never met any of these bitches, you lie, you hide me, its the way YOU act that makes me suspicious.. and when i bring it up its my fault for not trusting you? you’re giving me the numbers and im just adding them up.
i just feel lied to.. i hate it when i know something FOR A FACT and you straight lie to my face. how could you talk to another girl while you are with me? 2 fucking years of bullshit i’ve gone with you… i thought last summer you were finally supposed to be mine, finally i’d get to hold your hand, kiss you, be introduced to your friends as your girlfriend… but a year later and its not on facebook, i still dont know any of your other friends, you keep a password on your phone and you’re still lying…. wtf do i have to do to make you realize you need to stop before i leave.
it brings tears to my eyes thinking of not being with you, it breaks my heart every time i see a text, post or blog that has to do with you, it crushes my soul when i confront you and you make me look foolish.
for 2 years… i’ve spent nothing but time, love, money, everything that im made of to be with you, protect you, keep you, and love you… i cant stand by while you text them, skype them, secretly see them…
im tired, broken, sad, mad, confused…
so, how am i supposed to feel…
