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where to begin…im tipsy and touchscreen impaired..accidentally buzzed D on yahoo messenger the other day..and discovered

that chitchatting was not on my to do list so to speak…i dug right in and displayed my anger like freshly spewed vomit…but this pain 

is mine to strut in his  slack jawed face…i earned my bones so to speak and dont give a fug if i sound cray…he crsated this monster bitch

he insisted on pressing play without weighing the repercussions

si flipped and jumped the seesaw leaving his ass planted multiple times during our texts.. not so cool..is it..not knowing

where one stands..even if the relationship was fake to begin with…im missing his body and the pleasure hes learned to give me..