Venting..

I'm not your woman, hell I'm not even your bitch, so get out my phone texting me like such. I don't owe you a damn thing, and I damn sure ain't pressed to see you. So if I am not in the mood to fuck with you, leave me the fuck alone. I've known you for far too long and know all your little tricks and shit to get in my pants. Your dick ain't worth my driving to the other side of town, shit, it's barely worth a shave. So no I don't jump when you call, I roll my eyes and if I'm in the mood to deal with your shit, I'll respond. I don't even fuck with you for the enjoyment of the moment, I do it for the hilarious stories I get to tell afterward. He makes my blood boil some days, and most days I just won't respond. I'm tired of playing this game with you, especially since I've been fucking you for 7 years. When you're just a fuck thing, if that goes sour, there is nothing left to keep me interested. Mad at myself for letting you stay in my world. Even more mad that you continue to be there pressed for my pussy. Find some other girl that wants to deal with your bullshit because I finally graduated and became a woman that won't deal with it.