Knowledge of self SUCKS

I am very self aware. For example: if you tell me that you're gonna tell me something later, I'll tell you, "you might as well tell me now cause I'm going to think about it all day". You'll probably say something like, "Oh it's nothing bad" or "oh it's nothing big, I'll just tell you about it later". Inside I'm already rolling my eyes, cause I know got damn well that imma obsess about it the whole time until you tell me what it is.

I'm also aware that pestering someone about it is annoying, so I'll only mention it once, but ohhhh bitch don't think that means I'm done thinking about it.

So the time has passed and it's officially 'later'...I'm geeked at this point because I've held my crazy in long enough for me to finally get the Tea!

NOPE! Just like a nigga you ain't ready when you said you were going to be and I still ain't get my story. Now, I have to wait even longer. And then anxiety sets in, cause I just GOTTA know what it is. I mean COME ON I've been guessing at it for HOURS! ...and then anger comes bringing her petty ass 😒, all because you didn't respect me enough (cause anger knows just the right fucking button to press) to tell me whatyou said you were gonna tell me when you said you were going to tell me, and then, AND THEN you still didn't tell me after I asked you to tell me. There you are over there doing whatever the fuck and I'm over here wrecking my motherfuckin BRAIN!

Oops I done dropped my crazy.

So here you go, umpteen hours later, finally telling me. Little did you know, I'm not even friends with you anymore in my head, because a real friend would have known not to do that to me.

I've never said I was perfect, I just said, "I know myself"...

Back to waiting for w/e the fuck it is he's supposed to be telling me.

Until next time...