"weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, Still Crunk!"
i was just thinking about love. something i try extremely hard to think over. i hate getting bored and then love always has to come to mind. well, the issue is i feel that inside of me i have a strong and passionate yearning to feel loved&missed. i don`t feel missed by my babylove. i basically feel used. maybe this is temporary. maybe he`ll decide to call earlier tonight. i can`t stand the constant 3 oclock in the morning phone calls.