Nahhh we are cool though lolAhhh ok. Are you two still friends?
Nahhh we are cool though lolAhhh ok. Are you two still friends?
LOL oh so if you see her you say hi, but you don't call her anything like that?Nahhh we are cool though lol
Lol ummmm its deeper than that but I'll leave it at thatLOL oh so if you see her you say hi, but you don't call her anything like that?
We have a wonderful relationship (better than our last years together) though...She is dating and I wish her the best

In ninth grade there was a sweet, pretty girl who had lost her legs in an accident and used a wheelchair. She had very few friends due to her condition, but she was a fantastic artist.
My friends and I decided to prank her for shyts and giggles, so I pretend I want to be her friend and she warms up to me immediately. We start to hang out outside of school and she takes me to her home one day to watch a movie.
I ask her if she can show me her portfolio (she was in the advanced art program in our school and needed to create fifty or so amazing art pieces to pass). During the movie, I say I need to go to the restroom and I retrieve the bis ass scissors from my pocket, go into her room, and cut the bottom half of all of her art pieces off and trash them.
I leave and the next day she rolls up to me in the middle of class, on the verge of crying, and asks me what happened to her art, I said "I made them look like you". All my friends laugh heartily and she rolls over to her table and just stares at her hands in her lap for the rest of the day
It was less than a month before that art was due, too. There's no way she made it up in time. To this day I still look back and wonder what the fukk was wrong with us.
You was a heartless demon ..
I'm ashamed to admit I dont think i'm capable of truly loving any woman the way they deserve. I have love for many women, but i dont think i've ever really been "in love". I can be with a girl for 6 months straight and cut her off, or she could even break up w me and I literally feel nothing. They always say "put yourself in my shoes", but when i try that in my head, it's like if i was in your shoes i still wouldnt give a fukk.I'm ashamed to admit I dont think i'm capable of truly loving any woman the way they deserve. I have love for many women, but i dont think i've ever really been "in love". I can be with a girl for 6 months straight and cut her off, or she could even break up w me and I literally feel nothing. They always say "put yourself in my shoes", but when i try that in my head, it's like if i was in your shoes i still wouldnt give a fukk.
It's not intentional, but i think i have ruined alot of women psychologically. All were left with emotional scars and baggage for the next man, some turned lesbian, i know of at least one who is in and out of the psych ward. I was raised by women, so i learned from a young age how to get what i want from females. It's all a game, but by the end of it she wants to get serious and i want to play a new game with someone else. The more they fall for me, the more it pushes me away and that has to suck for them to open themselves up emotionally and fall in love with me only for me to lose interest.
I dont want to be that guy anymore, but if personality was a remote, you can turn down or up who you are, but you cant change the channel.
So much truth in this post but niccas aint gonna acknowledge the real

Its probably sleep paralysis, when u sleep and wake up but u can't move, so your mind is still kinda dreaming and you hear and see shyt. look it up, I taught that I was the only this shyt happened to.When I turned 11! Strange occurrences were like a daily thing up until I turned 18...after that it's been sporadic. My daughter has even complained about see and hearing things- mainly around 1:50am-4:00am. It's been REALLY bad here in Germany...In the states I barely had any issues with it
This post is depressing as fukk.... probably the most heartless shyt I've read on this site.In ninth grade there was a sweet, pretty girl who had lost her legs in an accident and used a wheelchair. She had very few friends due to her condition, but she was a fantastic artist.
My friends and I decided to prank her for shyts and giggles, so I pretend I want to be her friend and she warms up to me immediately. We start to hang out outside of school and she takes me to her home one day to watch a movie.
I ask her if she can show me her portfolio (she was in the advanced art program in our school and needed to create fifty or so amazing art pieces to pass). During the movie, I say I need to go to the restroom and I retrieve the bis ass scissors from my pocket, go into her room, and cut the bottom half of all of her art pieces off and trash them.
I leave and the next day she rolls up to me in the middle of class, on the verge of crying, and asks me what happened to her art, I said "I made them look like you". All my friends laugh heartily and she rolls over to her table and just stares at her hands in her lap for the rest of the day
It was less than a month before that art was due, too. There's no way she made it up in time. To this day I still look back and wonder what the fukk was wrong with us.

and she cried a river
I told her to forgive me because we wasn't meant to be together and said to her , "You want to settle down and I'm not ready for all that; we need to go our separate ways".
. Moreover, a couple days later after the heart breaking moment, Friday came up, and I quickly forgot about the lady from the A because the girl from NY is coming to see me. I was thrilled and called her that morning. She told me she has her bags ready and she will be leaving the airport in few hours. I was like cool , hit me up when you touchdown at the Atlanta's airport. So, evening had arose, and it was 5 p.m and I haven't heard from the lady from up north. I called her and my call went to straight to voicemail. In addition, she was supposed to be at Hartsfield airport at 7.. I called her again, and got nothing but voicemail and left her a message. Now, I'm worrying about her
because it was a hour later after her suppose arrival time. I went through the whole night trying to get in contact with the chick, and to no avail
..
My roommate came back from work that night and asked me what had happen to the girl who supposed to spend some time with me during my week vacation from work. I told him the chick play me for a sucker and I bust out in tears
and was going crazy
My roommate calmed me down , and gave me a bottle of liquor to soothe my mind, I got drunk, and went straight to the room to sleep this painful night off
In my entire week off, I didn't leave the room until my vacation days was over..
Lol I had never had a hoe for a "friend" before. None of my real friends would have ever done that. There is a code but that chick smh, its ok she got hers in the end.Lol I swear women can be so weirdClose guy friends hardly ever go through this type of shyt lol...If they do its the exception not the rule...
In ninth grade there was a sweet, pretty girl who had lost her legs in an accident and used a wheelchair. She had very few friends due to her condition, but she was a fantastic artist.
My friends and I decided to prank her for shyts and giggles, so I pretend I want to be her friend and she warms up to me immediately. We start to hang out outside of school and she takes me to her home one day to watch a movie.
I ask her if she can show me her portfolio (she was in the advanced art program in our school and needed to create fifty or so amazing art pieces to pass). During the movie, I say I need to go to the restroom and I retrieve the bis ass scissors from my pocket, go into her room, and cut the bottom half of all of her art pieces off and trash them.
I leave and the next day she rolls up to me in the middle of class, on the verge of crying, and asks me what happened to her art, I said "I made them look like you". All my friends laugh heartily and she rolls over to her table and just stares at her hands in her lap for the rest of the day
It was less than a month before that art was due, too. There's no way she made it up in time. To this day I still look back and wonder what the fukk was wrong with us.

my nikka, u better find that bytch for meIn ninth grade there was a sweet, pretty girl who had lost her legs in an accident and used a wheelchair. She had very few friends due to her condition, but she was a fantastic artist.
My friends and I decided to prank her for shyts and giggles, so I pretend I want to be her friend and she warms up to me immediately. We start to hang out outside of school and she takes me to her home one day to watch a movie.
I ask her if she can show me her portfolio (she was in the advanced art program in our school and needed to create fifty or so amazing art pieces to pass). During the movie, I say I need to go to the restroom and I retrieve the bis ass scissors from my pocket, go into her room, and cut the bottom half of all of her art pieces off and trash them.
I leave and the next day she rolls up to me in the middle of class, on the verge of crying, and asks me what happened to her art, I said "I made them look like you". All my friends laugh heartily and she rolls over to her table and just stares at her hands in her lap for the rest of the day
It was less than a month before that art was due, too. There's no way she made it up in time. To this day I still look back and wonder what the fukk was wrong with us.

