Social media has its good parts but that's one reason I just can't mess with it.
Just screams attention and validation.
If someone doesn't like this photo gotta delete it, simps congregating like ants to chicks photos. And yep if you got a girl whose on it, it will drive you insane.
I remember messing with this chick who had like 3,000 followers, it was like trying to tame a cobra.
Chick would get a papercut at work post it and have like 300 dudes writing simp tales.
Ish will drive you to the mad house, and not to mention how fake it is. You look at Instagram you'd think everyone is rich and life is going well
Just screams attention and validation.
If someone doesn't like this photo gotta delete it, simps congregating like ants to chicks photos. And yep if you got a girl whose on it, it will drive you insane.
I remember messing with this chick who had like 3,000 followers, it was like trying to tame a cobra.
Chick would get a papercut at work post it and have like 300 dudes writing simp tales.
Ish will drive you to the mad house, and not to mention how fake it is. You look at Instagram you'd think everyone is rich and life is going well
I got off Instagram a while ago. I just stopped fukking with it after I just realized I was comparing myself with other people I didn't know. It was all good whenever i would just post an odd pic or there of something but that usually ended up with me creeping on my girl. I'd look at her page and see she has a new picture up and get a few likes and then I'd see some random dude commenting on her picture or w/e. shyt would have me in my head thinking of all kinds of shyt. She ended up blocking me because that shyt was cause so much arguments that I'd get tired. Now I don't even fukking care about that broad no moe.
the whole night while she was
at me plus I met this chick tall skinny with a fatty
your boy is back like futchaw
things I've done in my life, but all the things I've scarified I have nothing to show for it. I planted the seeds, watered them, watched over them, sacrificed time, money, my dreams and in the end some other breh reaped the harvest.


...you must not get a lot of women by the way you talk ...if you talk like this 



