I go to so and so’s house for closure. When I walk in I asked can I see your phone I want to make a quick call. She said my phone is dead. I said how did you text me. She said I have two percent . Through the night I’m distant, cause i dont know where she’s been. Her party hopping, watching movies and taking pictures at niggas houses. Smoking weed with niggas. By the end of the night, I fuck so and so. Broke her frail ass back . The morning rolls around I see her phone. In a basket next to her bed. I grab it press the button and it said 54 %. I laughed to myself. I said put the code in. She hesitated with this scared look. That made me go harder. After arguing she puts the code in I make my call. I say you asked for my Facebook cool. Let me see what’s in your phone . She still argues. Tells me that all her friends on the Internet tells me to leave you alone . A random lady from Bloomingdales told me to leave you alone. Wtf??? Any way. None of these niggas on Facebook or tumblr instagram knows me or ever met me in person. To make it even wild, THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU !

I’ve deleted my facebook, I’m leaving this shit. You can have Twitter, Facebook, instagram, tumblr, your secret blog, your Mac messenger, four square . You live for this shit. I hope your next man can keep your eyes on his dick instead of being up everybody ass on the Internet . Have a great life Nasirismyhero@tumblr.com