I'm who you be chanelin

I'm pissed at the screwed-up blog format.

Whatevs.

I'm tired.

I want a break.

I want out.

(Late night at beach and a full day out of the house sucks.)

Hello, young lady.

I know what you did there.

I know you readin this and that you know what I'm speakin.

I've posted this before but now's never been better.

How DARE you.

Damn I've got to control my temper.

I know you, hun, don't think I don't.

You can't handle it.

I promise.

Would I want to compromise on your feelings for the sake of me?

No hun, I don't.

I've got to take care of you too, you know.

Because I love you too much.

I can't vent myself out on you because it would be too much for you.

Ok?

I can never hate you in a million years.

But it makes me sad you would think that.

):

I hope you know I don't want to be like this either.

You think it's fun?
Well hell no.

It sucks.

ttm.

I still love you.

But really,

bitches want my old shit, buy my old mixtape!

And this is for you.

:)
Shawty, Ima only tell you this once, you the illest.

This might seem so les but who gives a damn.

♥ you for life hun.

And don't be silly, I'll be fine!