I can’t write this post as a poem because everytime I start I end up getting so angry.
I hate all x’s and their x-lovers just because its a vicious cycle between men and women. Men want to always feel like their hotstuff. wanted. taken care off. n when they have a good woman and it gets monotonous they go running for different pussy. then they try to cover their tracks so foolishly so innocent girls don’t get it. But the monotony’s been feeling so good, you don’t wanna break the cycle, but there’s doubt doubt doubt…
this may sound like a diary entry because it is.. I’m sorry for all the girls out there who’ve been hurt by some dick of a guy not worth his two cents to admit he has half the balls he claims to have.