Ain't surprised.

So I agreed to talk to my ex. After all, I did ditch work. I had the time.

He flaked on me.

He had me set aside time in my day to kick it with him, and then he tells me that he's worried about spending time with me because he's not over me, blah. Excuse me fucko... then why even suggest that we kick it? Ugh. I mean, I ain't surprised, but damn.

Niggas make me tired. I'm going to give myself a spa treatment with all the trimmings. Fuck men. I don't need men tonight. Blah, dammit.