Hello, I'm Sharlene or better yet, Sharweezy. You can try to see right through me, but it's nearly impossible. I have an endless amount of thoughts running through my head. This is where I rant about anything and everything. My tumblog cosists of daily rants and venting sessions. You are welcome to follow me, but I won't guarantee a follow back.
creeper(s) lurking.
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this is how people make me feel
I expect you not to kick it or even like the people I don’t like. That’s not immature either. That’s called being loyal. Because if you’re butt buddies with motherfuckers I don’t like, the fuck you gonna do when they talk about me? Sit, look stupid, and nod or what? If you’re gonna do that then please don’t be in my vicinity because I am not responsible for the emotional and possibly physical damage I will inflict upon you.
Nicely put.
I wonder if I took you home, would you still be in love baby? ‘cause I need you tonight.
I trust you enough to have deep conversations with you and I’d even share things with you rather than sharing them with anyone else. But you go and talk to the rest of the family about my personal thoughts and feelings and joke about it like it’s your own business. Why would you do that? You seriously have nothing better to do or talk about because apparently, you always have the tendency to talk about me.
I fucking hate this. I tell you because I trust you and think you’d keep it to yourself, but I’m seriously growing this strong dislike for you.
You’re so damn irritating.
Fuck it. I know who to trust now.
I’m over it.
