Bitches, white people,and the State of my happiness

I want to start of by saying that my city is probably one of the shittiest places to try to bag a bitch. I' m not gonna make a generalization of all women in this city because my little sister lives here, but I've noticied most of these bitches out mainly top out at a 5.5 -6.5 on the scale, but the act they think theyre 7-9.5's when a nigga wants to actually chill with them, not just fuck like a scumbag. I mean whats so bad about that? Ill take you to a movie, or a few, probably take you to dinner at least twice, one of which will be chinese food by default before I try to fuck you.... then we can see if there's a potential for something to grow and evolve into something else later

I just dont like how serious they take themselves....


Why is it the white people in my job think I'm faking it or putting up a front when I speak like I normally do outside of here? I sware call women bitches and uses words and phrases they don't know and its like, this is me, outside of the establishment, so don't act like you know what I was about before I came in here and put on this front like I was some tame little black boy that you know everything about.... its not like that. Its just not like that. These people don't know the masks I wear to fit in and keep my shitty 50k a year day job....its almost not worth it anymore.

Fuck this shitty polo fleece or whatever the fuck has this shitty schools logo on it where I work. Its a fuckin joke, this service job kissing peoples ass and helping out people who deserve to be hurt and bending over backwards for people who deserve to be left out on the ledge; my job is a joke and I hate it. More then I hate establish I hate the fucking fruitcups I work with. They're all so fuckin sensitive and goddammit its taken me 3 hours to write this shit but I dont give a fuck, I'm gonna finish it.


Im not fuckin happy. but Im not gonna fuckin stop gameplannin this shit until I am. I could kill someone. I could literally commit a murder in cold blood right now. and be happy spending the rest of life in a small space to hang myself in eventually but I refuse to let the live of a simpleton get to me on level so deep I lose sleep over it. This is game my mind is playiong on me and its like pledging all over agin....accept this time crossing will be WAY, WAY fuckin better.

The bitches are ice cold, the job is fuckin trash, and the money never comes it just goes.... who ever you are, sitting in the future reading this.....PLEASE MAKE IT HAPPEN. PLEASE.
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