You know you’re obsessed when you sit outside in the dark with sunglasses on and a trench coat watching his parked car. You know you’re obsessed when you go into the club wearing a wave cap and footie pajamas looking for her ass in the club. That shit ain’t obsessed, that shit is crazy in my book. You’re so obsessed with someone that your days and nights are consumed by negative thoughts of them. If you call them and they don’t pick up you automatically assume they’re with someone else. You start developing all kinds of thoughts in your head and then get angry with shit you’re thinking about.
I have this friend who back in the day was a little off in my book. She was seeing a man and truth be told he was an ass. She considered him her man while he considered her his “friend”. If this man promised her he would stop by her house she would drop everything. Whatever plans she had were automatically dismissed because her ding-a-ling man was stopping through. You know this chick would stand by the window for hours searching for a glimmer of a headlight? Then she would continuously call his cell to ask him where he was at. You know he never picked up right? She would start crying and shit. She was sick with it. So for all those hours her mind started racing. Then this bitch would get in her car and drive around the spots he frequents to see if she saw his car. It was sad as hell. One night at 5am she drove and saw his car in front of his house and she keyed the shit out of it. Yo, good d*ck can make any “sane” woman into a crazy bitch.
I blame men…yes fellas ya’ll are to blame for some of the crazy ass chicks out here. I know some folks can just be that crazy, but there are times when that one special man can make a chick turn loco. You can’t just do shit to woman and get em all hocked up on love and shit then kick them to the gutta. Women are very emotional and don’t tend to handle things well. Ladies, you can’t just love up on a man and give him hope of something happening then treat him like shit under your shoes. Then ol boy starts stalking you and shit and you start to wonder where the hell you went wrong. If you know that he’s not the one then let him be from the jump. Don’t give him the ginger snap and then say “I ain’t feeling you like that”. That can drive any man nuts. Just stop this crazy shit and seek professional help. No bitch ass is worth you loosing your damn mind over. Next thing you know you talking to yourself in public and answering back. Now that shit is straight up crackish.
You know you’re obsessed when you sit outside in the dark with sunglasses on and a trench coat watching his parked car. You know you’re obsessed when you go into the club wearing a wave cap and footie pajamas looking for her ass in the club. That shit ain’t obsessed, that shit is crazy in my book. You’re so obsessed with someone that your days and nights are consumed by negative thoughts of them. If you call them and they don’t pick up you automatically assume they’re with someone else. You start developing all kinds of thoughts in your head and then get angry with shit you’re thinking about.
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