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Its about 5am here in the Big Ol apple and this bootyhead ( excuse my vulgarity) is trynna talk to me on facebook. I told him I’m busy working on my book , which I am …mostly, but anywho he just won’t leave me alone! He keeps inviting me over to his house and telling me he wants to ” work out my kinks” . WHO THE FACK RAISED YOU YOUNG SIR! WHO?! I just kept denying him to the point where I didn’t even respond anymore. Then , hold on to your jaw, he posts on fb: 

      ” worst feeling is when an ugly chick turns you down .. Like Whaaaaaaaaaaa !”

KNEEGROW. I know you are not talking about me ! I wish you would call me ugly to my face, I will snap all of your fingers off ,put em in a jar next to your balls and watch the ” lonely boy trying to still feel himself” show. 

But *ehem* *gathers self* that’s only if he was talking about me, but what are the odds right! *begins to laugh heavily* -.- 

(I’m not crazy,just good with words lol)

Its funny how ugly you become to someone when they get over the fact that you don’t want them.

for Charity, you said to be real and to leave myself unedited the next time I write about love. Thank you girl.

I have never been showed what love is

I’m afraid that I won’t know if I am in it.

            …I think I’m in it

I think I shouldn’t think , I should know.

But I dont know if this is my fault or not

..the whole thing about not knowing love that is.

Maybe I’m unlovable,

Too much of a car crash and not enough meadow and daisy and sunray 

All I know is that my chest has never thumped so loud 

My lips have never tasted a name so sweet

My skin has never danced in the presence of this mystery 

The mystery is that someone would stay this long

See more in me than I could ever mirror 

Im afraid .

Im afraid of loving .

Im afraid of loving someone.

Im afraid of loving someone who could possibly love.

Im afraid of loving someone who could possibly love me.

Im afraid of loving someone who could possibly love me back.

Im afraid of loving someone who could possibly love me back into loving.

Im afraid of loving someone who could possibly love me back into loving …myself.

Im afraid of being happy.

Things that are foreign often scare the shit out of me .

loveinlondon526:

You free personality comforts me
you, my friend (see that i called you a friend)
i enjoy the stories you share with me
you are my only true neighbor
Cali tanned your soul

i feel your growth, do you feel your growth?

thank you child i love you lots <3 

..because everything is the truth and living in authenticity…

That is what scares me.

    Why cant you lie to me like everyone else?

Why am I so comfortable with lies? 

    Why is that the part of speech I’m fluent in?