
nah, remember the story I been telling about one of my exes having sickle cell and me thinking she was dead on the floor right before christmas?
I left my job and drove two hours up there calling all the while.
got there and saw her car parked, still freaking the fukk out. Ran in the apartment...
shyt was empty. But clothes were all over the place, her video games had been rummaged through...
I walked in the bedroom and saw she had been packing and lingerie was laid out.
I was still calling, finally got an answer.
Me: "

are you okay? I been calling non stop. I was worried because I know you haven't been doing too hot. (

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Her: "I... I'm okay. I just woke up. I took some meds and fell asleep on the couch. (

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Me: "*looks at the couch I'm sitting on*

okay, just checking."
I stood outside and smoked like a pack and a half of newports. Her and the dude she was creeping with pulled up in his new model suburban straight styling on me, bumping
She saw me and then they drove off all fast and shyt (embellishing)
I had just got HHID but hadn't listened to it. on the 2 hour drive home, I listened to
like 30 times straight, was







all the way home. Concentrated on the song to keep myself from just crashing my shyt and trying to end it all.
Needless to say, worst christmas ever.