Games.
Okay I was woken up this morning around 2:57am to my phone beeping constantly telling me that I had a new voice message. Well, I did what any person would do; checked it. Well when I did it was a message from a private number and it was some guy on there saying all kinds of stuff that made no sense. Then before he hung up he made sure he called me a faggot at least six times.
This pisses me off, for one reason and probably not the reason you’re thinking of. It doesn’t bother me that he called and said what he said, I mean hell, maybe he had some feelings he needed to get off his chest so he called and vented on me. I don’t care about that — what pisses me off the most is the fact that if he has the balls to call me up at 2:00 in the morning and cuss me and talk shit to me, why don’t he have the balls to unblock his number? I mean, if he is big enough and man enough to call me and talk some shit then he should be man enough to back it up when it all blows up in his face, am I right?
I swear, I dropped out of high school almost a year ago so I could get away from the games, drama, and other childish shit that people do when they have nothing else to do with their life — and apparently it’s still following me. I mean come on people, you’re what 18, 19, and 20 years old. Start your life already. Stop being a fucking child. Who gives a shit what you think about someone. Is that going to really matter 10 years from now, when you’re sitting there thinking about what you’re going to do with your life because you’ve spent so much time sticking your nose in everyone else’s business that you didn’t have time to do anything with your life? I mean come on, grow the hell up; i hate children. I can’t wait until I move to Charolotte, it’s going to be a fresh start, a new beginning in a new city. New people, new school, new things to do. And the FIRST thing I’m doing when I get there is changing my cell number. So, I have no contact what-so-ever with people back here in Greenville, well, except a SELECT few.
