Unthinkable Pt.2
It’s kinda funny how life plays you huh? It’s actually not…Life has been playing the fuck out of me lately and all I can do is sit back and try to find the humor in it all..which I haven’t. And I probably won’t.
Life has a funny way of throwing piles of shit at you all at once while it waits for you to clean yourself off just so it can throw some more piles at you when it sees you’re fully recovered from the first load.
In simpler terms, life doesn’t wait for you to be ready because it does not give a fuck about you, you, or you.
And in all honesty, I’m glad..because we’ve all been hit by some shit in our lives, but what matters more is how we handle the aftermath. How we bounce back. How we recover. How we continue to carry ourselves. What we take from these enormous piles of shit and what we choose to leave behind. That’s why I’m always ready and waiting for whatever life chooses to throw.
With my arms open and mouth closed, of course.
- Honey: Who`s this guy? _________?
- Me: Oh, someone I used to rap with. Why?
- Honey: Bc ' don`t be likin` my girlfriends shit, nigga. '
- Me: Hahahaha(; Lmfao*
- * He`s fuckin` cute when he`s jealous. *
I’ve always been the type to pay no mind to what others may think of me, how they perceive me, or their opinions on the way I am or the choices I have made. THAT’S THEM. I know me, I know what the fuck I’m doin..they don’t.
But when they start barking so much and bumpin their gums so often that the word eventually comes back to me, I get a real good laugh out of it.
I pity weak bitches. I embrace the fact that by them taking time to make ME look bad, I’m already shittin on them. Not that I wasn’t shittin on their asses from the start, but now they just confirmed it.

Ms.GabrianaMarieCruz*c(: