Jessica Diamsay.
Simplicity & Goodvibes.
Honolulu made. Vegas born & raised.
Freshwoman @ ECTA.
Smiling is my profession.
Busted my ass off 4th quarter for some borderline grades.
How is my geometry teacher gonna give me a MISSING assignment for something he didn’t even give to me in the first place? Now I gotta look at this booboo ass C. No. Not fucking with you at all whatsoever.
That’s some fucking bullshit. I got one thing to say to you, “Well make fucking time.”
It doesn’t make sense how you tell me the feeling is mutual, but you end up saying that you’re not ready for a girlfriend. If you’re not ready and you have bigger and better things to worry about, you should have told me a while ago. Actually, you shouldn’t have even gotten involved with me in the first place. The last thing I want to do is become one of your lousy options. Sometimes I don’t understand myself. I choose things that seem to be under my element. I never think about what’s best for me. I have a busier schedule than you. But you know what? I prioritize even when I’m lazy. I manage my time wisely even though there’s 24 hours in a day. And I most definitely fit you in my schedule when I know that it’s about to bust. I made time for you not like how others did and if you’re not gonna fit me into your life then might as well get out. Deuces, hugs, and kisses. Can’t say I tried. I stuck around too long like a helpless dog.
I haven’t heard his voice in over a week. Even though I get mad at him for not managing his time wisely, I sure know that at the end of the day all I wanna do is make us work. Hugs & kisses baby. Got me tweeting to you like a little simp.
It was time for closure. It was time to close the door on a misleading memory. It’s time to stop beating yourself down thinking about the what ifs, the how comes, or the I wonders. It’s time to take the courage and stand up for what you deserve. It’s time to pack away all those precious tangible gifts you can no longer lay your fingers on. It’s time to change the name, change the ringtone, and delete those pictures off your phone. It’s time that you get what you need even though it hurts. It’s time to move on. It’s time to start a new page. It’s time to smile for all the right reasons and cry for the necessary ones. Closure, it’s been accomplished.
Me: Remember that time you just stopped talking to me out of no where?
Him: Who’s fault was that?
Me: Yours.
Him: Uhh huh yeah sure. Look listen to this.
-Recording of me reading him my Love&Basketball poem-
Me: Awww babe that’s so cute. You would record it.
Him: Yeah. I listened to it when we were on a break since you never called or cared to text me.
Me: Aww babe. You’re so sweet. How cute are you!
Him: Shut up. I’m deleting it now.
- He doesn’t like being a simp, but I know my boy too well.
schoolboy q ft. jhene aiko-sex drive
I love giving it. I love the mysterious confidence. Eye contact so deep that you can feel the sensation. I love the five quiet calm seconds just exchanging a glimpse whether passing by, looking up, or turning around. To me its symbolizing, “You got my attention.” Your eyes hooked on one another not wanting to let go. It’s stronger then actually touching up on each other. And if you don’t let go you push forward. You make a move. This move determines that you’re bound to get it, that “I want you.” And once you get it, you won’t forget it.
