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Christina Aguelira - Walk Away
...written on Monday, Nov. 29, 2004, @ 12:47 PM
It’s a crying shame how men having the power of potential to manipulate women into being with their raggedy asses. I mean, it’s like you’ll know they aren’t about the right when you meet them, but it’s like they’ll con you into wanting to be with them with their deceitful bullshit game that they’ve drawn out so that you’ll never get to know the real them until you’re trapped and stuck with them! It’s a disgrace. Men are absolutely capricious and it’s scary because you don’t know who, what, when, why, or how they are going to attack you next. Then, it’s even uglier when you’ve got your shit together, and you’re doing fine by your got damn self and here comes this asswhole trying to pass off this benevolent vibe to you and you’re like damn, maybe this one is different. BUT!! He isn’t, and then you’re stuck trying to figure out how is the easiest way to let him go, and in the meantime, you’re still dealing with his shit! Hypothetically speaking, all men are a like. Period. There maybe some good ones somewhere out there, but I haven’t seen a decent one yet. Well, I’ll take that back. I have, but they simply ain’t my type. And then, it pisses me off because when they have girls they treat them bad and all I can say is that, “If only he was my type,” but the word is IF and the fact of the matter is, is that they are not. I do like some hood in my man but this hood shit is for those who don’t want to be loved. That’s the conclusion that I’ve come to. You can’t love a nigga who loves to run the streets because his first commitment is the streets, his niggas, and all those hoes who determined his high status anyways. Then comes me after all of his day-jobs and even in the middle of the night can you capture his attention because he’s tired. None the less, you’re one who gets hurt every time they do what they said they wasn’t going to do or some shit like that. I’m telling you, this relationship shit is for the birds. So to the conclude, I say this: Dating is a stupid long drawn out process of elimination where two people spend three months of their lives playing some bullshit game of lying to each other until month four where they cannot lie anymore. Then, somewhere in the middle of month four, one day, somebody wakes up and realizes that they want this shit to end and the other decides they want a commitment. WTF has the world come to?
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