wtf happened to you nigga. Not into streetwear anymore or what? Wearing these fagget hipster preppy clothes.
LOL! I’m still into streetwear. All day, everyday! Instead of the street style, you know, tshirts, hoodies, and crewnecks. I’m leaning more towards the urban and contemporary style. :) still on my streetwear grind, bitch…
I don’t even know how to explain it. You’re the first girl I think about in the morning and you never leave my mind. I enjoy talking to you everyday and I can’t wait to talk to you after I get off work. You can be bratty and annoying, but I still want you around me. I love the little kisses you give me. I love your little giggles. You definitely put a smile on my face. Who knew I’d fall in love with you. When we first started talking, you were nothing but a play toy for me to talk to and flirt with. We mess around, we yell, we argue, and we fight, but at the end of the day, we would make up and no one would go to sleep mad at each other. You hate harry potter, star wars, and trance music.. How the fuck do you live.. But you know what they say. Opposites attract. Hehe. One day, that will all change and you’ll love all of that as much as I do. I can’t see you everyday, but that’s alright. Every time we see each other, it’d be even more special. You’re always trying to make me say corny little stuff to you. I don’t mind saying any of those stuff at all, because its all true and all real. I love how we’re more than physical attraction. We’re way pass that. Which is why I know you’re feelings are true. Because of the circumstances that we’re in, we can’t be any closer, its a little bitch for the both of us, but we’ll make it through, I’m going in for the kill and you are too. I love telling my customers about you. I love how whenever I ring them up they’ll ask me about you and say, “I can see that in your smile. She’s a keeper for yah!” You went through my tumblr.. And asked why I don’t blog as much anymore. Then you called me a brat.. Well my first typed up blog post in awhile is about you.. You’re my girlfriend, my love, my baby, my wifey. :) I love you.
I know everyone says “in the end you really only have 2-3 close friends”, but it’s always nice to try to keep up with as many as you can. Looking back on old memories, I feel like every friend has a piece of me that I don’t really want to part with. Man I’m so cheesy lately.
I don't even know why you're upset with me and shit.
If you’re pissy at that girl. Go be pissy at her, not me. Whatever. Go do whatever, talk to me when you’re not mad anymore. I tried cheering you up.. I did the best I could. Oh wellz. If you don’t wanna try to talk things out, then well cool. Shit..