You know the very appropriate saying, “don’t drink and drive.” Well, I have my own version of that saying that I heard in high school. “Don’t Drake and Drive.” Wise saying. I’ve been doing that a lot more recently than I care to admit. I hate not being in control of my feelings and lately they’ve been slipping from me. (Control: the ever-lasting illusion.) I think I’m a pawn in someone’s game. And for some reason, I keep letting them play, letting them be the controlla’. I know better. I’m a whole grown and a half adult. I know I’m too good for them. I go out of my way to give everything I can in the moment and somehow I still attract this child’s play. I have this teenage fantasy that I can’t get out of my mind. Ridiculous right? You and I trying to make it in this adult’s world and neither of us can seem to get out of our own heads. At least, I know that I can’t. I don’t have time for fake loves. Yes, I’m upset and I don’t want to finesse it anymore, that’s more up your alley anyways. I’m starting to feel jaded by your attitude. Your demeanor towards me. Our views are switchin’ up.
I have this vague feeling that you get on here from time to time and check up on me, because of a few comments you’ve let slip around me. Maybe, you want to see where my head is. All part of your game, I’m sure. So, I’ll make this short and sweet. Let’s not make nothings into somethings if that’s where your head is. Keep it real with me. I can’t take a joke right now, so don’t make me one. If I got this wrong or right, at the end of the day, my message to you is simple; take care.