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^^^^Hahahahahaha. I only needed a reason...
*Looks around the room--decides the coast is clear and then......*
So, it all began with sophomore year and here we are, about to graduate, and you still don't effin' get it.
Jealousy like that can kill you. Seriously. I've never been one to concern myself with other people's property ('You down wit' OPP?' No, nigga--you DON'T know ME!), with other people's talents, other people's backgrounds, friends, associations, etc, etc. I got my own ish; what I need to compare mine to anyone else's for?
I DON'T have to compete for being the one who is spoken to. I DON'T have to compete for popularity. I DON'T have to compete for looks. I DON'T have to compete for brilliance and I DON'T have to compete for respect.
I tried to squash it by addressing the situation to your silly ass in the beginning of last year. Our girl told you you were bogus as hell--told you straight up, no chaser. You continued to talk junk in a small environment, knowing it would get back to me. You tried to act like my best friend was doing me bogus while I was abroad; yet you didn't know that we talked on a daily basis. I know my FRIENDS---that circle of which you are not a part of. Everything that you had to 'die to tell me'? I already knew. Minus your ad-libs and whatnot. Three times in a row. You continued to act like nothing was wrong--yet your passive aggressive tendencies got the best of you (you can barely maintain posure by yourself) and even now? You still never once admitted you were wrong and once again proved--once a hoodrat, always a hoodrat. In both attitude and composure.
But I thought you knew that already. It seems with all your insecurity, pettiness and small-mindedness, you still haven't gotten over IT, gotten over ME. Now, you and all of your situations are becoming self fulfilled prophecies. You know deep down that you are WEAK. A sad state of affairs. And you know what's worse? That everytime you do something else wack, it proves that main point that these duplicitous behaviors speak to a weak character. I don't have to be fake to you or anyone else. I'm doing. I suggest you start doing YOU.
Getting rid of you will be like getting rid of a serious case of hives. That they are not useful in any means but there to serve as a reminder that something is wrong in my system--you being it---and that I am allergic to you like Diddy's momma and a decent weave!
Lastly, I need you to slow your effin' role. You know it's brimming just beneath the surface and you've done a good job of tip-toeing around it. Good for you. Keep it up. We only have a few weeks left and trust, you will do best to do like you've been doing before you get jacked up. Not that we will fight physically, becaue I don't get down like that. But, no, all that ish you were afraid of? Karma? Yeah, it's a bitch.
*Whew....some ish never ceases to amaze me. I got a lot of pent up rage. I need to vent here more often.*
What's more, I should have listened to my mother when she told me "a snake in the grass, once hidden, is still a snake in the grass." Mama's always right.
enigma_AKA
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