Jan 18, 2005 21:12
silly me brought some of my cd's to school just to occupy time. soon as i took it out, Duke looked at me, and i told him no off rip before he could even form the words. i realize that was mean & i don't give a fuck but i did change my mind for w/e reason.
when u ask to borrow something of mine & it's in YOUR possession, then YOU'RE responsible for my shit. if something happens to MY shit, then i'ma be all up in YOUR ass, fuck everybody else. why did he just give my shit to Den-Den? i wasn't even all that mad because i know Den-Den wouldn't steal from anybody esp not me. he let my stuff get passed all around the room. cd's of mine just everywhere. it gets towards time to go, i collect, oh The Game and John Legend are missing. I got those cd's downloaded on this comp to burn for days, but i wanted those exact one's back. who could blame me? & i'm loving #3 off The Documentary, so u know i was hot. i pulled Duke aside, he tombout it ain't his fault & blahblah. then he still trynna play with me, passing love licks &shit knowing i'm mad enough to jump stupid. kept playin til he scratched the skin off my hand. i'm looking down at my own blood & shit started to get ugly. jacked his ass up against the wall, "LOOK AT THIS SHIT BITCH! NO, LOOK AT IT! IS THAT MY BLOOD?! BEFORE THE END OF THIS WK, I'MMA SEE YOUR BLOOD. YOUR BLOODSHED NIGGA, SO U BETTER STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT SHIT". what is 'that shit'? i don't know. i just be talking...lmao thing is, when i'm mad, i'm dumb enough to back it up.
then Joey came in the room and pumped me up some more, 'LIL SHAWTY SAID AIN'T NOBODY LEAVING THIS ROOM `TIL SHE GET HER CD'S!! YA'LL DON'T KNOW SHE FROM THE CTC AND WE DON'T TAKE NO...' long story short, Joey helped me find my shit. my own cousin had em. i let some skeletons out of the family closet & went about my business. i owe Joey a thank u that my pride wont allow me to give.
what i don't understand is how dude is steady trying to talk me. but he's taking it like a child, hitting me & shit like i won't buck back anyway. be 21 about it. don't send messages & don't touch me. point blank, he's crossing me & i'mma beat his ass.