I'll add a comment to that... Chris, I love you homie. You fucking had my back when no one else did. I love you, boy. I feel bad I didn't fuck you when I had the chance. I just want you back in my life again.
Look, ya'll.....today is my fucking 30th birthday. I keep drinking to take the pain away....hoping to dull it at least. If you're a dude, you don't understand how much a milestone b-day means to a woman. This shit hurts. The more you drink , the more you hurt, thinking the shit is gonna dull the pain. But it doesn't. I'm sitting here, worrying about my homeboy Chris, who fucking died in an unnecessary car accident after I fucking left Raleigh, NC. I miss you, dog. You still my peeps. We'll meet again. You had a good heart and a conscience. I know where you're going. And I'll meet you there, boy. I love you, dog. For real...I know all the shit you did for me and I gotta give you props for all the times you stood up for me and loved me and cared when no one else gave a fuck. I hope you're doing well "up there." Words can't express how I feel right now. I fucking need you....Why the fuck did you have to fucking leave me??? you got three mother fucking kids you dumb fuck. I told your fucking gf you had a drug problem. Why did you have to fucking not listen? Why didn't you fucking care that I loved you that much? Why'd you think I was always dimin' you out, yo? you dumb fuck. I hate you for leaving me. Come back, baby. I need you. You were my best friend. I fucking am so upset you had to die. I wish fucking Jen listened to me when I told her what you were up to. All I did was love you, dog. I didn't mean to make you mad or dime you out. You meant the world to me. You still do...All my love, mutha fucka.....Your princess.....Annie Maye...Your son's auntie
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