kharma

so this is what i get, huh? this is me now? all those things i did and this is how you get me? this kharma thing is a real vindictive bitch. you know, i've done my dirt. i've broken my hearts, hell, we all have. but the one time i try to do the really for real right thing and not love these hoes, this. this? really, this? i mean i've never actually BEEN the good guy before. i always have had at least 1 other one on the side. always! and i don't think i ever made any pretenses that i didn't have other ones. in high school it was "uhh, yeah. there are other girls. i'm 16, whadya want me to do, marry you NOW? meh, i'm just tryna have fun". in college it was, "nah, i don't really believe in the whole 'boyfriend/girlfriend' thing. it's all just a big fallacy anyway. just an arbitrary label society makes us wear so we don't have to tell our parents 'i want you to meet the person i'm putting penis inside/giving up my va jay jay to this semester'. it's a big joke! the only real titles are 'fiance' and 'spouse', so i hope you don't espect me to miss out on all this random college yum yum because we both like trainspotting and UGK. i'm only 19 so, hey, i'm just having fun". even after graduation when i finally gave in to the idea of having a girlfriend who wasn't just an excuse to make sexy time, it was, "i'm done playing around with scattered ass girls. but i ain't for the dating just to have somethinf tip. you can have that one. i'm cool with mine. man this single life is the shit, what with the no naggin questions, and the 'who was that bitch i seen you with' questions. now i can weed these girls out and find the good ones and keep them to myself. i mean, i'm 22: time to build the strong team so i can have fun" but now, for once in my life it's, "i look around and don't see anybody that's worth the risk of losing her. she must be special. i'm 24, and her and i are fun together". but this hatin ass hater kharma... she hit me with the okie doke. she got me. i got got. i guess that's the fate of all of us wannabe players masquerading as good guys our whole lives. when you finally start to live the part, finally actually do the good guy thing thinking you got kharma figured out, you turn around to look for her intent on gloating about how she missed you, how she didn't get you, and then you finally see her and ...

 

cold mother ffffffuuuuu-