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24) Apparently

WAYN... lmao, that's like Lil Wayne and Zayn😂😂 (I will die forever tryna figure out who case lady is💀)

Seandrea Sledge:

I haven't talked to Shayaa since last month. Yes, a month. You'd think we had kissed and made up by now. Shayaa blocked me on Instagram, Twitter, hell, he even blocked me on Snapchat. He turned off his iMessage (while his phone was off) so I couldn't talk to him at all. I didn't see the point in that since my iCloud wasn't connected to my phone. I ought to let him know. If I were him, I would block me too.

But now he was aggravating me. If I saw him, he wouldn't acknowledge me at all. Not a hey, not a leave me alone, not a grunt, not a fucking anything.

Personally, to me, we were both being assholes. Take today for example. Being it was the middle of June, it still wasn't hot and I had left my Helly Hanson jacket at Shayaa's house. I couldn't call him, text him, dm him on Twitter or Instagram. I couldn't send him a snap so my only other choice was to go to his house.

I knocked on his door. "What?" He said.

"I left my jacket." I said.

He closed the door. I stood there, waiting. He opened the door back up and tossed the jacket at me. Before he could close the door, I wedged my foot in between it and blocked it from closing. He glared at me. "We need to talk." I said.

"About what, you tryna be a hoe? I already thought about it." He said and closed the door, only for me to put my foot back in the same place.

"Seandrea." Shayaa said sharply.

"Let me in." I said.

Shayaa reluctantly opened the door. "What is it?" He asked.

"I want to sort things out." I said.

"There's nothing to sort out. You dissed me, that's all that matters." Shayaa said.

"That's what you think." I spat.

"Seandrea, why can't you let go of it?" Shayaa said.

"Because I care! Because I still got a heart for you! Because I wouldn't give up on you no matter how many fucks you give!" I shot back.

"If you cared, then why cheat?" Shayaa asked.

I opened my mouth and closed it once I realized I didn't have a reason. "I thought so." Shayaa said.

"Shayaa, while you're sitting here grieving over this, you probably don't realize how much it hurt me when you said what you said on the phone." I said.

"What could I have said that would hurt you so much?" Shayaa said in a mocking tone. Now he couldn't hurt me if I broke his face. Hell, how about I try breaking everything. E-VER-Y- THING.

"That we shouldn't of had anything anyway." I said.

Shayaa froze as he was about to talk, the same way I had. "Like I said, I still got heart for you. I might've done some stupid shit. That's what I'm tryna get through to you." I said.

"And why give you a second chance when you lead me on like that?" Shayaa asked.

"Lead you on?! Nigga I-- okay, okay, I'm done. I tried to talk to you but apparently that's the only thing creating this imaginary blockade." I said, throwing my hands up.

"Whatchu crying for?" Shayaa asked.

"I'm not--" I paused when I realized I was crying.

"I don't fucking know." I said, snatching up my jacket and storming out, slamming the door behind me.

I got back in the house and cried again just as I had before. I hadn't meant for the conversation to end up like this. Now I wasn't the asshole in the situation; it was Shayaa.

One whole month where we barely talked and when we did, it turned into a fucking argument. I picked up my phone and called Brooks. "Yo?" Brooks said.

"Hey, Brooks, you free?" I asked.

"Stroll in whenever." Brooks said.

"Aight I'm on my way." I said.

I put on my high rise jeans and a Chicago letter jacket. Then I grabbed my stuff and walked out to my car.

When I got to the studio, Brooks immediately asked me what was wrong. "Nothing." I said.

"Okay." Brooks wasn't the type to poke around to find out stuff. If he didn't know, he would leave alone until he found out.

"I'm ready." I said.

Brooks showed me a beat and I nodded my head and got myself set up in the booth. Brooks started the music and I picked up on the beat after a few seconds.

"I'm trying not to let my
thoughts get to me
But they driving down a
one way street

I dream of a girl
taking over the world
But in the mirror
all that I see is me"

I wasn't rapping about Shayaa, necessarily but he somewhat related to the song. I started to get deeper into the song as I moved into the second verse.

"Anger, deception
Isolation, frustration
Depression

If I open up to you
please don't judge me
I want somebody,
anybody just to love me

It's like I'm only happy
when I'm not sober
Sometimes I live life
wishing it was over,"

When the song was over, me and Brooks sat and made edits for about an hour. I left the studio, and went home. Shayaa could be an asshole. He could also take a note that I'm done and I couldn't give less fucks.

Hi y'all.

I'm still killing myself tryna find out who case lady is.

I'm letting y'all email me for one day. It's Bish0ffiicial@outlook.com

Who y'all think was being extra petty in the argument??

Why you think Shayaa was being such a dick?

Oh yeah, I cancelled the Q&A. I didn't get any questions so yeah.

Much love to errbody❤❤

How y'all doing?

#1K4NHF

Okay bye.