The more I ignore you, the more you call. The more attention I pay to you, the less you notice me. I'm so tired of the back and forth. Now I know what Vivian meant. I'm tired of the roller coaster. I'm getting off the ride. You can stay on if you like, but you'll be on it by yourself. And eventhough I have mad love for you as a friend, love doesn't make the world go round. You've already made your decision on how things are going to be. So now live with it.

I don't get it...

Okay, maybe, it's me. But I just don't get it. I just don't get people who waste their time and effort on another human being. Especially if a person really don't give a fuck about you. How many times must I give the energy speech? When you give off negativity, you give off energy. And since energy can neither be created or destroyed, a smart individual such as myself will transform it. Every whisper, every reaction, every hating word you said, is transformed. So the more energy you waste, the better I become. Now.... Why would anyone give off so much energy to a person that will never give it back? Boredom? Insecurities? Jealousy or Envy? Who the hell knows. Get a life... It's never, ever, ever that serious. I only give energy to folks I love. I don't waste my time hating on folks. I'm tired got damnit. I can't afford to give off any energy. Too much to do and not enough time to do it. It's just real damn sad. It took me a long time to learn that folks just aren't worth my time. Maybe if these people would focus on bettering themselves and not who and what I'm doing, they can be somebody. I mean that's just my opinion. And since I pay for this webspace and this is my blogger, I can write whatever the fuck is on my mind. And to be frank, I could care less about what mutha fuckas think. I could care less who told what and how and when they said it. I could care less what people assume and what they think it means. I could care less if the opinion of me is negative. Infact, I wasn't put here for anyone to like me. None of us are perfect. We have all done things we weren't proud of. We all have skeletons in our closet. Who is anyone to judge me? I should hope they are looking at their own selves. The same criticism people have of me, they should have of themselves. And for the record, everything is not what it seems.