yeah, really i don't know what my problem is. my dad says my hearts too big. too much compassion goes to the old and animals...not a lot left for bullshit, naw mean? whatever it is. 'ppreciate those stickin it out. or still sendin a text in the morning, checkin up on me when i just snuck out the backdoor last night cause a song came on and i couldn't hold my head up to it. or the one who'll remind them not to tell that joke or mention that story.
i tell it like, i just don't make friends with those kinds. i just don't know how to figure out a females mentality. it's gotta be some mental blockade, or some self protection. maybe it's just bitchyness. maybe it's..fuck it, i'm not gonna analyze it. i said what i could and i couldn't do it anymore- so there that went. shrug and throw on some s.a. i probably am not making any sense to strangers but that doesn't matter because why have this for you. it's suppose to be for me. "it's not you. it's me."
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