Boom: My Personal Life On Display IV

Some people just don't get it...
So, you don't like blast huh?
Well baby, you know how it goes. I live my life on front street. It was no problem when it was all the good shit, now was it? Funny thing just happened. I reached slowly into my back pocket and there were some pills called "get over yourself." Have one. Sweet love, you're just making this worse. Who told you anyone knows who you are? Or even gives a shit? Here's a tip from me to you: When you walk past a blaze that you want to put out, you don't throw a log into the flames. This here, this right here, oh feel me love, when I sit down to type, this is mine. Mine. I say what I want, when I want, how I want. Your email? Deleted and responded to here. You know what would be smart? You wouldn't stop by this blog and you wouldn't have to know anything about me or my life, just like I do not intend to know if you got smacked down by a garbage truck. John Q. Public now knows that I have all of no use for you, since I didn't want you to think I didn't mean to be cold. Now you know. It's out here for mass consumption and if nothing else, I have put myself into a position that I have to live up to my word. No going back now. But be honest papa, you couldn't handle this ride. Could you? You thought I just talked more shit than I had tp for? Wrong. On all counts. I fuck up, I backslide, but I ride. Don't get it split, I adore you. Really, I do. Still and all if I can let go of someone who makes my blood run red and my skin hot and let go completely, what in the fuck made you think you were safe? You had it. However, not showing up for my shit? No papa, that's a deal breaker. I wish you all of the best and all that you so richly deserve in this here life, but there's no need to waste my time with someone that cannot support what I do. No matter how trivial it may seem to you, it's mine. So go your way and don't let the doorknob puncture your cute ass on the way out. Word up.

- Me. Yeah, I said it. So what?