I hate when people stay in my business. I'm free to do what I want, how I want. With whom ever I please. There is no extra room in my life for a man or children. Hell I don't even like kids. Detroit couldn't handle this brown skinned bomb shell. So i come back where I belong... Good old Harlem. No matter how many times I leave, something always brings me back. Mainly my girl...(Angel). One of the realist women I've ever met. That's my dawg. She's never judged me... And has always had my back.
Angie promised to take me out this is weekend, cause I shall need it.
I just hope she doesn't talk my ears off about that damn Lee...
I cant stand that snake ass nigga. I bet he cheats on her. (like I said) That's my girl and all but he doesn't seem exciting to me. I mean, she's more of a home body, and he seems like a bad boy. I'd run circles around his ass. Have him eating out of the palm of my hands, real shit.
Miss me not...
I woke up in a Hospital with this banging ass head ache. I feel like I Have pneumonia and the flu. And my stomach feels like its turned inside out.
I cant believe I'm 8 weeks pregnant...
All I can ask is why me???
My upper right shoulder is sore from this damn shot. It felt like fire was running through my veins instead of medicine.
The doctor prescribed some antibiotics to get rid of this Chlamydia and Trichotomies.
He said without treatment, it could fuck with the baby.
But I'm like "fuck this baby."
None of Toris recent suicide attempts had worked. Either the most high was really an her side, of she just wasn't trying hard enough.
The last thing she remembered before the hospital, was being in that hotel room.
Her life was now beginning to spiral out of control, and her cries for attention where being ignored as usual. The only person who still cared about her now was her best friend naija.
Naija was the only person she told about the baby.
How can I have this baby??
Who does it belong too???
Tori kept going back and forwards between, Terrance Aprils husband and Kevin.
Kevin was this guy that she met at the Grey Hound Station. He was on his way to Kalama zoo with some pills. That's straight fed time like a mutha fucka.
But all he was thinking about was that nice piece of change that he was sure to get once he returned back to the "D".
Kevin had a seat directly behind Tori. He hadn't seen a women that beautiful in a while.
He watched her as she closed her eyes, listening to "Chemistry". A Local rapper from Detroit, who came up playing his music as a homeless man collecting coins.
Her hair was pulled back in a neat pony tail. Her sky blue velour jogging suit, hugged ever curve. Her legs were crossed one over the other.
Her phone began to ring Tori most have forgot that she was still on the bus,
She sat up yelling into the phone.
