#iaintwiddit

On this day we remember the day a cunt left my friend and I stranded in Downtown LA with our bags in her possession (that we later on found out were disposed of and found by someone), rolling into a peaceful sleep that night, acting like not a negative thing in the universe was executed by her existence the next morning. Being this fuckery had taken place, we were then forced to wake our only real friends out of their sleep (aka our parents) that lived miles and miles away, mob out the streets, discover taco trucks and an open 7-Eleven that one of us luckily had pocket change for, and fall in and out of sleep on the underground subway grounds till 5 AM waiting for the subways to start running again. Couple hours later, yuh girls end up at Union Station being awakened to the sound of a security guard telling us we have to leave. I’ma tell y’all like Maya Angelou told me (in a Tumblr reblog the other day), “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time”.