The things I've learnt from reading this-
-Even your Dad knows you're a loser. Probably trying to set you up on some 'I hope he's doesn't paint his toe nails' type shyt. That's the worst case scenario. The best case, he knows you need a little help in life and he was trying to help his son. And that's admirable.
-You're moving in and out of lucidity and delusion. You pretty much admit you're a loser and then turn around and say- 'that's how I want to be'... but deep down you know that's not true. You know what you are, you say what you are... but you've misread everything else (lucidity and the delusion). I don't know how you ever thought this girl liked you... let alone you 'blowing her off'. You have a flimsy connection with her at best which warrants a 'hello' every now and again... but then that fell by the way side.
If part 4 comes out and she chucks herself at your cock, then I take back everything I said and duly note I was in the wrong. If on the other hand what I think will happen- she gives you a sympathy date, you catch feelings, buy her flowers and she chucks you to the side of the road like a decapitated deer blocking a private drive-way, then dap this motherfukker up.
-Even your Dad knows you're a loser. Probably trying to set you up on some 'I hope he's doesn't paint his toe nails' type shyt. That's the worst case scenario. The best case, he knows you need a little help in life and he was trying to help his son. And that's admirable.
-You're moving in and out of lucidity and delusion. You pretty much admit you're a loser and then turn around and say- 'that's how I want to be'... but deep down you know that's not true. You know what you are, you say what you are... but you've misread everything else (lucidity and the delusion). I don't know how you ever thought this girl liked you... let alone you 'blowing her off'. You have a flimsy connection with her at best which warrants a 'hello' every now and again... but then that fell by the way side.
If part 4 comes out and she chucks herself at your cock, then I take back everything I said and duly note I was in the wrong. If on the other hand what I think will happen- she gives you a sympathy date, you catch feelings, buy her flowers and she chucks you to the side of the road like a decapitated deer blocking a private drive-way, then dap this motherfukker up.
the whole time. He could tell I wanted to salvage what little friendship I had. So he explained to me that women will hate you for rejecting them. It made sense at the time and still does. It was also then he suggest I do some shyt like get her flowers as an apology. Initially I was
at buying some bytch flowers, especially her of all bytches. It was a heavy weekend because the whole time my grandma was hooked up to machines and shyt and my mom was crying the whole time. I would sit in my grandma's hospital room and think the whole time about life. I'm not even going to lie and say I was thinking about shorty because I was a majority of the time
. I was born in 90 and my grandmother had been in a nursing home since 1995, so I was really young when my grandmother suffered her debilitating stroke. My grandmother passed away September 20th, 2009. 
. I never got a chance to speak to her. So I called my roommate to add her on Facebook(another huge mistake). I never had a face book, and I knew my roommate was my only line of communication with her. I was staying at my grandma house since I was in the process of getting moving. Although I was staying at my grandma's, my dogs were still at my house. I went there to feed them and give them water. All of the utilities were off(gas/electric) because were in the process of moving. It was too dark for me to see anything, but I knew my dogs were living in desolate conditions. My youngest dog Pablo was the worse because he was in cage and I knew it needed to be cleaned, but it was too dark for me to see anything so I would have to wait to come back the next morning for day light to clean his cage. As I was leaving I could still hear him barking from inside the house as I was getting in the car to leave. The next day I went back to crib at around 4 or 5 to do maintenance for my dogs. I always hear them barking, but that day it was more quiet than usual. When I walk in the kitchen I see my youngest dog with his head hanging outside over the top of his cage. He tried to breakout and ended up getting pinned in. I called his named like a million times. I refuse to accept that he was dead. I really wasn't sure initially, because his eyes were open, but his body was cold. Eventually I knew what it was. My dog was dead. That shyt hit me hard as fukk. For some reason I found it funny at first (i think i might have went delirious momentarily). Every emotion hit me. I remember being angry, and then I got that burning feeling in the back of my throat. I was thinking to myself "you better not cry. dont be a p*ssy" but the sight of my dog slouched over, cold and lifeless was too much for me to take. I cried while I removed him from his cage and put him in a garbage bag. I carried him around the corner, in tears with my chin resting on his head like he was still, in a garbage bag to put his body in a dumpster. I was in tears the whole time, like once that shyt started it...it wouldn't stop. Even when I put my dog in the dumpster I couldn't leave him. I tried walking away like 3 or 4 times, but I kept turning around. Eventually I just sat on ground near the dumpster still crying brehs shyt was horrible. This all took place in front of a busy interaction, so I'm sure plenty of people witnessed this. It was raining so I don't know if they could tell I was crying, but I didn't care my dog was gone and he was never coming back. That shyt crushed me an still burns today. That was only time I've ever cried in the last 12 years. 
Pablo. I was devastated that whole weekend, and I still had to get on the bus the next day for a 90 mile bus trip back to the city. She wasn't even an afterthought in my mind at that point.
Just post the pics breh this shyt happened like 6 years ago that bytch probably don't even care about you no more(probably never did 
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