Blocked

I  blocked, and dumped a hoe ass cheating boy today. 42 seems more like hoe ass 38. That slut can have him. I am too good for anyone of these cheating ass dudes.

I am upset though, I am full of resentment, I wonder why I am not listening to Beyonce Knowles Resentment on repeat. I should not do it though because in the end of the song ms Knowles sounds like she is crying while she is singing, and I could cry, and scare my peoples that are in the house

I do not want them to worry. However I am going to begin the new week with an attitude of positivity, gratitude, and a fresh perspective. I will continue to network, pray, and work and reach my goals. I hope it does not take forever, and a trillion years infinite. I exaggerate like hell with my use of hyperbole's. I refuse to run around this bitch bitter as fuck, been there done that.

I will get my damn comma's, and I will get my financial comfort, I am sick of the pain, of poverty, and going without all types of stuff I need because whatever I earn is never enough. I am fed up with poverty, poverty needs to bite the dust, and never be an issue again.

Sadly, poverty doesn't go away to not come back another day, it lingers like the stench of matches, after running through three books of matches the area is going to have a stench. It actually bothers me that I dumped my bf, and the messed up part is it will not affect him in the least bit.

He does not have feelings, he runs around like a whore bag all numbed up from tall boys (can of beer, or the use of alcoholic beverages) and loud, excuse me I mean the lousiest flavor of loud in the world. Tastes like piss, I won't touch it with a ten foot pole. And he swears up, and down that it's fire, flame, how dare this cock sucker have the audacity to cheat on me then tell me that garbage smoke is the best there is. It is trash. No wonder he has it. He better do better. I don't know what the hell this man's problem is, but he needs to grow up, and if he desired me for real, he would not be so damn distant. And he would not dare tell me that that trash smoke is the best there is. Cheater cheater pumpkin eater. Ugh, and his breath smells like ass every time he comes thru. I did not want to hurt anyone's feelings, oh that is right he does not have any. Cold heart'd dick. All he wants to do is fuck my brains out, blow my back out then leave, no hug, no kiss, no I love you, no feelings. How could he be so damn cold.

The mother fucker keeps lying about work, and doing doubles. It is bullshit! Why doesn't he just tell the truth and let me know he's unhappy and doesn't desire me anymore. Oh he thinks he can have that ghetto money hungry slut, and me too! No way I don't think so this nonsense stops now. I am nipping it in the bud. Like an angry German shepherd ready to attack everything, and make it into steak. Laughing my ass off because I am so rude when I vent. I am sorry, I made me mad knowing what he does behind my back, without seeing it, my gut screams something is wrong. I have not caught him with the whore bag slut, but I'll catch them thirsty dirty whore bags.