Old Ladies & Ass Busting.



I think I have a problem.

I think I love Taylor a little too much, and I literally take everything to heart.

I think the best thing to do right now is to back off a little.

I don’t know.

He told me some more shit about his grandma yesterday, and it just pisses me off even more than it already does.

So, remember what happened last week with his grandma coming in on us and everything?

She’s literally telling people left and right about it.

She told Taylor’s cousin and uncle, and you know who else she fucking told?


She fucking told Andrew now, and if I wasn’t weird and shit around him before, I’m certainly going to be now.

I’m sorry, but who the fuck is this bitch to be telling everyone our fucking business?

Like, that’s kind of some personal shit.

I get the feeling that Andrew is a snake, so he probably went back to Lush and Trevon and told the rest of those people, too.

It’s fucking bullshit.

And it’s embarrassing.

I don’t think I can even look these people in the face now, thanks to that cratchety fucking old lady.

It’s fucking ridiculous.

I’m just tired of people shitting on me like that.

Basically, she’s turning his friends and family against me, probably because she wants them to convince him to dump me.

Because she always has to get involved.

Taylor and I went to Target yesterday, and for shits and giggles, we looked at furniture.

There were a few decently priced items we could probably afford whenever the time comes.

He said he was going to work on getting a job and finishing school, and I have my own shit to work on.

He can say whatever, but I just hope he really does want this as much as I do.

I’m just tired of people always taking me for granted.

I’ll do anything for you, but once you fuck me over, then I’m not doing anything for anything.

I just want to live my own life and do my own shit without hearing anyone’s bitching in the background.

I can’t trust anyone’s words; only their actions.

And if Taylor wants this bad enough, then he’d be willing to bust his ass for it, just as I am.



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