B J
I sat up on Ryan's couch and rubbed my eyes, it was about 2:00 in the morning as usual and I couldn't sleep.
I sighed and ran my hand across my waves; scratching my neck and not even bothering to lay back down I stood up and headed to the kitchen I turned on the water and put 3 ice cubes in a cup. This water wasn't gone do shit for me but I let it tag along anyways since my throat was bound to be burning.
I found my self sitting on Ryan's back porch smoking my 4th blunt with no warm water sitting next to me.
Lost in my thoughts is what I was.
Thinking about nothing really, my mom. I was always so hard on her and hateful . Telling myself it validated, y'know she deserve it cause she shouldn't be the bum bitch that she is,
ion need a mother fuck her
or do I?
Will I ever regret not having a mother son relationship?
Yea I will when she regret smoking that shit.
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Why was I who I was? I don't really know.
Did I wanna be his person? I don't really know
Did I wanna be illegal forever, or did I wanna go back to school and do something that couldn't get me torn away from meme? I don't really know.
what I do know for sure tho is that I'm a cold hearted motherfucker.
I don't know if that'll ever change, but I was almost for sure I wanted it to.
very short chapter ik, more coming soon tho this is just a filler
love yal <3
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The life I live (nigga it's real)
ChickLitWords can't describe the two of them, ruthless? No that's far to subtle, Sick? I guess in a way, Killers? That's the word. They we're Cold Hearted Killers. B.J liked to stir the pot, fucking with his buisness partners main had to be crossing some l...
