I don’t know if you’re aware of your actions, but damn just cos you got some alcohol in your system don’t mean you can start yappin about shit. After all that “talking” shit was done, it was cool, we remained friends and shit. But I feel like you’re being fake to me, avoiding me and shit. You don’t have to front. I was cool with bein’ replaced and shit cos I know the next dude was a lucky man, but you acting like you too good to even say wassup is not cute. You probably don’t even remember the shit that I’m about to say, but you really got me fvcked up. I’m just chillin’ with my homies, sippin’ on some drank, like what would everyone else do at a kickback. You approach us and introduce yourself, right when you did that we knew you were somewhere else. Moments later, and a couple more drank in, we decided to migrate to a different spot. Out of nowhere, you sit next to me on my left side. You start hugging me, grabbing me and shit getting all giggly. At that point, I’m just like “Yeah, you need to chill, your boy is here.” And then thats when you start calling me _ _ _ _ _ _. How the fvck am I suppose to react to that shit? I know you were doin’ your thang and shit, but damn how drunk do you have to be to start pulling off shit like that. After that you start walking around with some random ass marine. You’re looking like a bop at this point. Some how you end up in a bed, luckily, your boy and another guy was there to assist you while you were yacking everywhere. I hated seeing you like that, specially in front of so many people. Moments later, you’re in the bathroom and they’re tryna clean you up. I try giving you water, and this is when I step in, cos I guess your boy couldn’t handle taking care of you. I pick you up, took you to the living room, you said you were freezing so I put my jacket over you and once again you started calling me by some other name, telling me to lay next to you stay next to you, don’t leave you and shit. Keep in mind there were about 20-30 people inside the house at the time. And you were spittin shit out on the couch. Owner of the house tells me to take your ass to the guest room, so I took you to the guest room, at this point you’re completely passed out. People are looking over and shit like who is that, oh my god what happened? I provided privacy for you, cos I know no one else could’ve done that for you. If I didn’t take care of you who would’ve done it? Oh and heres the last thing, the next morning I get a text from you saying “My bad! Thanks thou” Like Damn. You really know how to make people feel like a piece of shit. You could’ve at least pretended like you cared. If I directly went to you about this, you would be too overwhelmed with my words so I didn’t. I feel like you could’ve at least showed a little more appreciation. Funny thing, my homie told me he received longer texts than that. Damn. But yeah, I hope you don’t make the same mistakes and try to control your drinking habits.
