I was 10.13.12 and I thought…       

      He sat at the edge of the bed, between my legs, listening to Jadakiss and drinking wine. He was telling me things. No conversation in particular… just whatever he was feeling at the time. It’s my best memory of him. but in reality, I don’t give a shit about the memory of him. 

On 10.13.12 I think…

       You have to allow people to disappoint you. I mean… if that’s what they want to do. You have to allow people to make all the mistakes they’ll make. If they continue to have no consideration for you, they continue to have no consideration for you.

           I used to be the type to make excuses. The true excuse, though, was loneliness. I’d get into these whirlwind relationships because I had to. I didn’t want to be alone but I didn’t want to just f*ck around. So, when the lover in question begins to fuck up, you begin to highlight all the good things about them in hopes to outweigh the bullshit. Bullshit is still bullshit even if it used to be pretty green grass.