sunday sunday.

quite ehhh.

i dont even know what to do with you, girl. i know i cant do ANYTHING, but dont expect me to sit around and do NOTHING. yeeah, get that right. i'm sick and tired of seeing him get played and get hurt, all because you have him wrapped around your finger. he may seem whipped, but girl, he ain't gonna be whipped if no one's doing the whipping, yeah? cut him some slack, the boy's head over heels for you. and you know it too. and as upsetting as it can be, i sit around and try not to do anything, cuz i know if i did, all hell would break loose. they say you win some and you loose some, but i'm afraid that's not your game, honey. honestly, i'm sick of you, but you know you have the better hand cuz you know i'm not gonna alienate you. no way. we've been through a lot of these situations, but please girl, listen up. stop it. really though, stop. cuz you're hurting him, and you know that. but you don't know, you're hurting me as well.

funny how i blog about this when no one can understand what it means, but hey, a girl needs some place to rant.

dont ask.