It's over

I've got a life to start living. I don't want you apart of it. Finally, I feel free man. I have my job, I have my techonology, I live in the BESTTTest city EVERRR! I have responsibilities, this small sense of freedom is better than anything.

I do not want to be held down. At the bottom of your pocket, like small change and you just happen to use me when you need to spend exactly $3.24¢. I want and have many options. I'm not trying to get married to my "high school" sweet heart. I want to marry my College love. I have soooo much I didn't have a chance to do when i was younger. I have so many spree's to go on, so many sex-capades. I don't want to grow up to fast, just a lil' sex here and there would be fine, but do not hold me down. It's over.

I'm a Sagittarius, and we, of the Fire Signs, aren't one's to be fucked with. We settle, but not for long. We don't like something, we'll let you know. Now my birthday's on November 22, which makes me the last day for the Scorpio or the first day for the Sagittarius, depending on the moon. I'm on the cust, the border. I need my space, I need someone to be free with me.

But like, in the end I'm mad at myself and not you. I'm mad for always accepting your lack of working ethics, and responsibility. I made you my .. life? and allowed you to depend on me. I didn't want to get to attatched, I thought about you way to much, I think i even dreamed about you, when I could remember them. The person that isn't supposed to let you down, probably will yo, and it hurts the most. OVER.



[this blog was edited august 2]



I just want someone who can make me smile by just standing next to me...

And then there were 3...

Darling your shit is WEAK...you're a proximity infatuation...a convenience...the easy way out. Let that forever be embedded in your psyche. SERIOUSLY?! I do not play "mind games". I'm beyond that. Honestly, alot of guys throw themselves at me... the way a hoe to her pimp. I'm tough to grasp and yet you find me irrestible.

GET OVER YOURSELF! I will not fiend, call you back, call or show up to one of your millions of jobs. So be gone. How convenient you were I honestly didnt want to have to see the sight of youuu.. Hurt to think of you, missing you sometimes to many, and yet i cant stand shit you say to me on the phone. Wanting to break up, wanting you in me, wanting you. Convenient.

Convenient you were when i didnt feel well, when those "major cramps" were kicking in. Espicially when you bought me my teen-MIDOL. Cooking me lunch while i laid up in your bed, because i was your queen. not understanding what came along with holding that title, embracing it as i walked down the streets, in your hood and my own. Watching out for you AND me caring for both of us...confusing the 3, of you.