Moody B*tch Theories

For The D*ck

Me & Bae ain’t been doing so hot lately. The love and care is there subconsciously, but it’s  hard to bring to the forefront. I mean, we have our days where we’re flowing, sex bussin’, conversation endless, everything cool. Then other days, sh*t gets stupid and we just can’t seem to understand each other. It’s like we assume what the other thinks or feel, then react. Leading us to a domino effect of negative reactionary responses.

 Nonetheless, that’s Bae. My chocolate kryptonite. Any other n*gga, I would’ve been dipped, but our connection is so deep and for real for real… the sex too bomb. A b*tch can’t go nowhere. Picture the skin of magic, the voice of Zeus, and the mind of a genius. That’s Bae.

Anywho, we ain’t been on the same page. Creating all these unnecessary arguments and distance, we sometimes take it too far. Now the last thing he said had me f*cked up. Hurt-to-the-depth-of-my-soul-f*cked up. So I had to create the distance, but the subconscious care and love kicked in.  He would text me and I would ignore it, but the universe (yes, I’m one of those b*tches) would send me messages and basically Baby be missing me, so… we linked back up and I told myself the biggest lie: That I was not gone let him crack. But really, a b*tch knew her own hidden agendas. But I thought I  would make him wait a few days at least. Child please *in my granny voice*

 I honestly tried though. He slid through. We talked about silly sh*t, business sh*t, spiritual sh*t, and about our current issues with each other. Then he left. Cool! But whole-time a b*tch kundalini was popping, so off-back I was tryna’  pop something else… As I reached to pleasure myself, this n*gga called! And long story short that n*gga came back.

 I failed to mention the Jose’ we were drinking that released all the damn demons. And the fact that I originally told him how important it was for me to go into work the following morning. I had an important presentation to deliver and I was going to ask for some extra hours because a b*tch been struggling. But a b*tch got f*cked and f*cked it all up. Over slept and felt sh*tty af, ain’t even make it to work. All for some d*ck I don’t even remember.

-Gotta Stop Drinking,

         Moody Bitch… w/ a hangover