That was quick.

Well actually I never left.

I'm all dressed and everything, and I'm heading out. And who decided to be late for work just to spy on me and make me feel like shit on a stick? The ex.

As soon as I get to the car, he ambushes me. He shoulda been on his way to work, damn near there. Instead he stops me, we argue, I feel shitty, so I don't leave.

Actually I feel worse than shitty. I'm trying not to cry.

The argument was so dumb, I don't feel like wasting my typing on it. All I know is, I was marginally depressed before. But now I'm full blown depressed. Fuckin miserable. My heart was with him. He had it, and everything that went along with it. It's so easy for niggas to stomp on you and then try to point the damn finger, when all I ever did was try my best to love him and support his raggedy, ghetto, triflin ass.

This is the fuckin thanks I get. To hell with this shit. I'm going to bed so I can cry in peace.