as i type this i know that i'm succumbing to exactly what i want to address. but its fucked up. when i have money, i fucking give to every one. you want this? you need that? no problem. i got you. but now when i'm hurtin where the fuck is the payback. and i mean that literally. where is the fucking money you owe me? yea...when i gave it to you i said there wasn't a rush on getting it back to me. but come the fuck on. that was in fucking october. one person owes me over $300. another person owes me like $150. another owes me around $100. that shit could really help me out right now. but do these people even acknowledge that they owe it to me, knowing damn well that i need it? nope. they call cause they want shit from me. i'm really on the verge of deleting my facebook, myspace, twitter and changing my phone number. i'm fucking tired of the txt messages begging to reply or to do this or that. get the fuck off me! despite what you may think, i require certain things too. the same way you need shit to get shit done, i need it too. and i risked some serious shit helping you out with something you supposedly needed. oh so you finally got in trouble? do you realize wtf i've been through? some shit my fault, some not, but my family isn't exactly "making it rain" for me these days (and not for some time now.) they know better. so at times like these when i can no longer rely on them for help and my supposed friends owe me money like that and i don't hear a word about it, pardon me if i don't reply to your pathetic fucking txt messages. you need me? i literally flew to the other side of the fucking country to work with you and it was a fucking catastrophe. i thought i was disorganized. shit. act like a fucking professional if you wanna work with me. if you wanna talk to me. get your fucking head right, cuz i cant work with people who are "worse" than me. if you NEED my help, then i can't fucking work with you. the world does not revolve around you, my friend. i'm not saying i've never been in that mode before, but come the fuck on. we're fucking 25 years old here. when i was 21 i decided to start being honest with myself, start being honest with my mom. i'm not saying i'm 100% (not even close), but step back and fucking look at yourself for a moment. you are a fucking wreck. at 25 years old i can't afford to work with or even be associated with fucking wrecks. a wreck + a wreck can't fix shit. i wanna pick up the phone and just put all this to an end right now, but i honestly don't wanna hear you bitch about shit. you were literally crying to your friend when i was over there about how the whole trip was a mess and i wasn't doing shit. did u think for even a second that it might have something to do with you? no. i was lazy. i wasn't doing shit. truth is, i wanted to get the fuck outta there ASAP. and i almost did. i almost dipped out like a week early. fuck this. i'm done even thinking about you and your nonsense for the night.
FUCK YOU, PAY ME!
FUCK YOU, PAY ME!
