I got drunk last night and called my ex. I told him on his voice mail of course, that he hasn't called me one time in a month. That I don't give a fuck about his keys, his mail or his coat he left. That he could throw his keys that he has to my place in the trash. He doesn't want to be with me, fine. I don't give a fuck any more. I ain't running around here chasing him any more and I ain't sitting in the house crying and all upset anymore. fuck that shit, I'm cute! I'm getting out the house and do what I wanna do so he can kick it with Chai (that's his ex) or any other hoe. Do what you want to do cause you single, right? So fuck it, If it's over then Fuck it! it's over. That I'm not calling or emailing him ever again and don't say shit to me like he's been doing. Goodbye! hell it felt good. It feels better than crying and begging. I'm going to work today and after that I'm going shopping and get my hair done. I'm tired of this stringing me along shit. That was probably not the best thing to do but it felt good at the time.
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