Nobody wants you until everybody wants you.
No body likes you until everybody likes.
No one loves you untill someone loves you.
I hate all Dykes except for Bahamadia. I hate all Lesbians except for Raven-Symonè. I hate black gay men. Mostly the darkskinned ones.
I hate niggas who want to fight. I hate niggas with guns.
I hate hoodrats and the way they chew gum.
I hate passive people. I hate overly aggressive motherfuckers.
I hate ugly old white men in dresses motherfucker. I ugly black men in dresses motherfucker.
I hate bitches who talk loud and those who mutter, motherfucker.
I hate male teachers.
I hate the government. I hate the police. Even the “nice” ones
I hate Deomcrots and Republicans.
I hate parties and being bored on the weekends.
I hate niggas who spend their money all on chiefin.
I hate greedy peeps and needy peeps man.
I hate GMO’s
And 4-foot hoes. I hate taller niggas because they make me hate myself. I hate tall women who still want a taller nigga.
I hate the rich. I hate the poor. I hate my wealth.
I hate Athletes.
I hate musicians.
I hate addressing people Mr. & Mrs.
I hate all the presidents. Yes, that includes Bill Clinton.
I hate the Nazi’s and Hitler.
I hate the Kardashian’s except for Kims ass.
I hate looking at her butch mom and her lesbian dad.
I hate ugly trannies.
I hate ugly grannies.
I hate rigged Grammys.
I hate Fannie-packs.
I hate horror movies. They are boring as fuck.
I hate bitches who say they’re foreign.
I hate weird Mormons.
I hate niggas who sweat Ralph Lauren.
I hate ugly hoes doing porn.
I hate home mortgage.
I’m starting to hate corn. Unless it’s creamy.
I hate food unless it’s hot and steamy.
I hate how nappy my hair is.
I hate hoes who are jealous of it.
I hate bitches who flirt and get my hopes up.
I hate hoes with pretty smiles and big butts.
I hate rhyming. Except when writing. Other than that I fucking suck.
I hate waking up in the morning. I wish God could stop it.
I hate toxic.
I hate when niggas start flossin. I hate watching coons on World star boxing.
I hate my parents. I hate my mom. I hate my dad. He doesn’t want to be a father and his wife’s is a hag.
I hate the illnesses they they both have.
I hate myself.
I hate my brothers.
I hate being an “other.”
I hate being a brother.
I hate the world for being sad.
I hate school.
I hate you.
And I hate being used.
I hate my job.
I hate rules.
I hate jews and Christians too. Muslims and Atheist too.
I hate fat people.
I hate black people.
I hate weaves.
I hate my short knees.
I hate the word “please.”
I hate every mother who had a kid before the age 21.
I hate every father who ran out on their daughter and their- son.
I hate STD’s. I hate safe sex. I just hate fucking.
I hate girls who don’t swallow.looking like a pumpkin.
I hate Satan.
I hate black simps. I hate white simps. I hate them all.
I hate that cuffing season starts in the fall.
I hate babies.
I hate ladies.
I hate football. I hate every sport except Tennis and basketball.
I hate math.
I hate fags and ugly drags.
I hate rap and every rapper born without a dad.
I hate fads.
I hate fashion.
I hate passion.
I hate lying hoes saying their love for me is everlasting.
I hate asking questions. And I hate guessing.
I hate map quest.
And kanye West.
I hate my mom’s voice.
And my big nose.
I hate loosing period.
I hate when women are on their period.
I hate bitch niggas
I hate bitches.
I hate mushrooms.
I hate white kids. I hate black kids. I hate all kids except Asian.
I hate kids misbehaving.
I hate ghetto names like Qua’Jason. [QWHY-JASON].
I hate rapist.
I hate rabies. I hate every diesease.
I hate being a nice guy.
I hate to finish last.
I hate my life now and I hate my past.
Satire inspired by Chance The Rapper.
Maybe more coming.
"The Asians" help each other out. If they see one of their own (family) members struggling they will GIVE them what they need so they can survive.
"The Blacks" just want to put you down. Black families meaning of "help" depends on how much money they can TAKE from you.
"The Asians" and other ethnic groups that are family oriented discuss solutions and act on those solutions.
"The Blacks" discuss problems and place blame. Focusing on just the problem and not solutions doesn’t solve anything. It creates more problems on top of the problem.
I have heard that new Kendrick Lamar Song.
I am not empressed.
I am well aware it’s a positive song about loving yourself.
I am not a going to listen to Chief Keef cause you told me to.
I can’t stand you fake fans. The ones who act like YOU have to like song from someone you consider your favorite artist or else YOU’RE not a real fan.
I am the realest fan out there.
I am not a stan.
I can listen to my favorite artist and honestly critique them.
I am not a dick rider.
I am a lover great music.
I am a fan of Kendrick Lamar.
I also said maybe once I hear the rest of his new album in conjunction with the song I will have a better feel for the song.
I love the message in the song.
I know what he is saying.
I am a real fan. You are not.
"Why Are you always depressed?"
"You’re never writing about happy stuff."
These are just a few of the responses that I imagine some of the readers have when reading my post. I am 100% sure people other than myself read my post because I’ve been getting so much “love” from people about my post that I decided to make a “happy” post for once, but before I do so let me just explain why it SEEMS like a lot of my post are potential Drake songs. Writing helps me express my anger and sadness. I feel like I have no one to talk to so I write all of my emotions and thoughts out. Just like dancers say dancing is how they express themselves, well that’s how I “dance” “sing” and “paint.” Now on to the happiness.
I am glad that people like my post and to the one person who reblogged my joint I LOVE YOU! Just about everything I share on here is something personal and the fact that others relate to it or “applaud” me for sharing my “personals” I am grateful for that. I hope I can help out anyone else just like how your support makes me smile. My inbox is always open so HIT ME UP!
If I know ONE thing about the opposite sex it’s that they do EVERYTHING for a reason. There’s a reason why she’s dressed the way she’s dressed there’s a reason why she asked what she asked when she asked it. There’s a reason why she said what she said, listens to the songs she listens to ect ect ec-mothaflipping-t.
With that being said there can only be three reasons why a female DOESN’T want to broadcast her relationship online.