when you call me up and ask me where I am; when you ask me if I’m driving, even though you already know I am, just so you can bum off a ride; when you call me during work; when you leave me all these text messages because I didn’t answer your call during work; when you just assume that I’ll give you a ride just because you will give me gas money; when you give me $4 for gas money; when you insult me or make unnecessary comments; when you ALWAYS put in your input where it is not wanted; when you drop names to make yourself seem well know, when really it makes you look like a leech; when you contradict everything I say; when you say you have no money, yet you always brag about how much money you made from tips; when you get irritated that I take a long time to pick you up; when you expect me to cruise with you every damn day; when you use this as an excuse just because you don’t have your own car to drive your own ass around the fucking island; when I let you drive my car because by the end of the day I’m too tired to drive it myself; when you speed and burn all my gas because you think you look like a hard ass; when you get pissy that I don’t make you my first priority; when you ask me to pick you up and expect me to just get there when you want me; when you show no sign of gratitude for all this shit I do for you; when you ask me to go ask someone else for a ride so that you can use my car for your own pleasure for the night; when you give me that bitchy look when I tell you otherwise; when you give me a crappy thank you text when I actually lend you my car; when you don’t even offer to pay for things after all I’ve spent just for your entertainment; when you can’t tell your parents the truth; when you involve me in your lies; when you ask me to take my car out at 2 in the morning to pick up young bloods who are too young to even get a license; when you abuse my house for you and your friends own chill spot; when you and him display pda in my presence; that you can’t seem to go anywhere without HIM; that you are so dependent on him that you can’t even go to a family party without finding a way for him to come; that he claims not to have money, yet he spoils you with juicy jewelry; that I’ve been putting up with this shit for this long; that I can’t say this to your face because I’m hoping that you’ll realize this with what minimal brain you have and eventually offer me a genuine “thank you”, instead of your crappy references to songs sung by over paid, under qualified, artists who probably can never write decent lyrics because they’re high up their asses, even though their music has got the undereducated homo sapiens, the over cocky-bloated heads of males, and the deflated minds and dignity of woman absorbed by two word phrases that repeat itself nearly two times the length of the actual song itself, causing the right-at-mind to take at hand a scalpel and cut off the body part which allows the putrid air to be heard; but really, I should hate myself.

&ThatsWhatSheSaid.