The worst thing for a writer is not being able to write. Its like clipping an eagles wings....
why would he lie to me about that? I mean, why? Not unless he had something to hide. Not unless he was guilty of doing SOMETHING...
ive tried to not let it bother me. “just forget about it.” I try to convince myself. But thats not how I operate. I cant just “forget about it.” how on the earth could I? I mean, it was a simple enough question, “when was the last time you saw samantha?”
“Sometime last year.” he tells me. Dude, its practically June, did he honestly expect me to believe that?
I said nothing. Changed the topic. The only reason I had asked in the first place was because HE had asked ME about her.
“How's Samantha?” he had asked, as if half expecting me to pull her out, all folded up out of my back pocket.
“I dont know.” I answered with a shrug. And it was the truth. I didnt. I hadnt talked to or heard from her in almost a week.
And now I find out that she was over at his place not a week earlier. And you see, the thing is, that in itself I couldnt have cared less for. Its the fact that he friggin lied to me about it is what is really getting to me. What the hell is the dude hiding? What the hell happened between them that warranted all the full out lies...?
*sigh* I just dont get it.
Question is; Am I going to do anything about it? Probably not. In fact, ive resolved not to. Ive been down that road before...and its not worth the hassle. Not with him. Not with this so called friend I have. and I say “so called” because its becoming clearer and clearer to me that that was one thing that he never was...
Back to airing out dirty laundry are we? Damn right we are. And if you dont like it you can go and suck on a big bomb. Rot your teeth while youre at it.
* Relieved Sigh *
Its been a while since ive vented. Though I wouldnt exactly call this venting. This is more of...putting down my thoughts...a frail attempt at sorting out the confusion rolling around in there. “There” being my head of course. Just in case you may be THAT slow.
That's not to say ,however, that I dont have ish to vent about. Cuz homes I have plenty. I could fill an entire book (well, another one at the very least) with all I have to vent about right now. But naw, grinch I said naw...i'm gonna play it cool. Sleep on it and hopefully this ish will be out of my system by morning...
Not the illist ish ive ever wrote...but I guess it will do...
Holla.
