Nothing More Than The Brutal Truth; |
The name that runs the street's Nhu, and that's pronounced like new, if the foreignness of it is making you lose IQ. I write and live my life like the dork that I am. I don't put up with shit, so if you throw some at me, and you'll definitely get some back. Read what I write and speak to me at your own risk. |
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Only my dumb-ass would stand and wait outside in the cold for 45 minutes for someone who didn’t even show up. Just because I wanted to see that person, I stood and wait, I waited until it got dark and homeless people passed by and kept looking and tried to talk, but then went away. My dumb-ass stood, and stood, and waited, and all I received was texts from the person I wanted to see saying they can’t come yet. I almost got raped, but I still fucking waited. That whole time, some African-American hobo stood on the side watching me. I’m a fucking idiot, who the fuck waits like that? And then he wanted me to see him, the fuck. And so I left to Jack, that damn bastard walks out to the street. When I walked out, there he was. Fucking creeper. I’m a fucking idiot. Why did I fucking wait there? Fuck.
And I still forgive that person, damn, fucking idiot.
