Dear, ATRLer,
I
still don't like yo ass
I don't hope the best for you
I don't don't hope anything for you
I hope
nothing for you
I hope you on the toll road one day and when you go to reach for some change you find nothing
I hope you go to a real nice restaurant and the food is just good,
so good that you get some to go too and you tweet about it while you're there,
and then when the check comes you go in your wallet and ain't **** there and they make your ass wash dishes to make up for that meal and they snatch back your to-go ****
I hope you meet someone wonderful online that is just the bees knees and they like all the same weird stuff as you and y'all both like the same music and really really into one another on a spiritual level, you feel me?
& it ain't one of them fake ass Catfish type things like y'all done Skyped and talked on the phone and they look really fine and you love their voice and there's never an awkward silence
& then I hope you and this flawless individual decide to meet up
I hope you spend a
ton of money on the trip to fly out there and you buy some real nice clothes and pack up because you gon' wanna stay there and sleep a few nights and **** so y'all can finally cuddle and hold hands and visit his favorite spots in the city
and then when you get there you go to his place by cab and you knock on the door and there's NOTHING
and when you call him NOTHING
and when you text, NOTHING
& when you go to try to write on his wall Facebook,
guess what, bitch...
NADA!
& you sitting there stranded in the middle of Where-the-hell-ever-ville, USA with a bag packed full of expensive clothes and body wash and nowhere to go but back home to your life of nothing