By Smoovee .

You can always tell a hurt or scorned female from a perfectly healthy , level headed one. A hurt female will become the most bitter, pettiest person you've ever come across . She'll stoop down to childish acts just to see what he's up to , or to sabotage any happiness the male has a chance of having without her.

Males are always the first to declare a female crazy AFTER he's hurt her . Niggas wonder why we give permanent feelings to temporary guys, well most of the time we don't view him as just being temporary . All the time he invests in getting to know you, and your emotions all for the key to unlock your legs leading inside of your pussy...not your heart. Why do you continuously hurt us ? Me in particular. every week I get on one of my two blogs and shout I HATE YOU'S and how I'm so done when in actuality if one of the mains I constantly talk about would act right , I'd be right back. Do I want to be in a relationship that bad that I settle for what isn't even there ? I REFUSE ! I constantly give the same guys literally the SAME GUYS Hollister and Goon the power when both have proven to me on numerous occasions how fucked up their intentions on. The habit of feeding this fairy tale in my head of changing the asshole into my prince charming and having a happy relationship with a fucking patrich (sp) and a pear tree must stop!

I'm going to take you back to a time when skull belts, plaid flats, I LOVE NY shirts, and colorful chunky, beaded necklaces were in style. NINTH GRADE .

I was 14, and had the HUGEST crush, more like obsession with ...we'll call him Brooklyn. Brooklyn was a recurring junior who was supposed have been a senior. He was 17, a pot head, and didn't give me the time of day. I thought the semi makeout session we had in the back of his car solidified my place in his heart, or at least his mind as more than a "friend". WRONG ! He played me , ignored the shtit out of me in 4th period gym , all types of shit. I wanted him so fucking bad, but decided fuck it, and fuck him. Summer came, he called one day out of the blue and although I had erased his number months before I still knew the number. He asked me what I was doing and before long we were at the pool with friends having a jolly old time...before long he was back to ignoring me again.  

10th grade comes around, Ramsey walks into my life and I forget all about Brooklyn. Yet I still sat next to him on the bus. He'd come on and sit next to me reeking of marijuana at 6am, and smile. All the things that attracted to me to him the year before sickened me now. His smile, his "bad boy persona" , his car was no longer in his possession,  the smell of weed every morning and now he was on MY clit. I was disgusted by him. 11th grade, he was a senior...yes the same guy that was a junior when I was a freshman who was supposed to be a senior was now a senior when I was in 11th grade. Again...he wanted me. ...12th grade was the worst ! Especially summer, not only had he JUST graduated with my class of 2011 but you know this fool had the nerve to ask me "Nyasia, what happened to us back in the day ?" Muthafucka YOUR what happened ! You aint want me remember ?! but instead of entertaining the conversation I simply gave him a look of disgust and turned my head and continued to take my journey back to taj's house. With this information I've learned early on ...THEY ALL COME BACK. Conrell , BK, Domo, Rambo, Adam, Goon ,all of them . Hopefully I can give Hollister a "fuck you and I mean that shit" look one day when he's running behind me asking "What happened to us back in the day?"

Niggas always want what they COULD have already had. Why leave if you know one day you'll be back? The fuckery of love is beyond me.

Smoovee .