I dunno how to be gushy & cute.
Bruh guys trying to talk to me while I’m limping to my destination creep me out. I’m clearly not interested but you know I can’t get away from you. My limp is not an invitation to be more aggressive.
I feel like I’m a wounded animal being hunted by various predators.
Today I learned that I would rather be stopped by a dude who would call me light skin yellow mocha latte caramel peanut butter goddess and tells me he wants to suck the piss out my pussy and call me all kinds of ugly bitches when I reject him over one of those fake deep niggas wit ankhs and a pyramid in his pants ass niggas. I think that their more enlightened than thou attitude may be the actual worst tbh.
Like tryna holla by attempting to talk down to me ain’t the wave. The real spirit in me doesn’t recognize the fraudulent spirit in you. That’s my bus, BYE.
I’m probably gonna cut a bunch of my hair soon.