I don't say everything. But I paint everything. Picasso

Okay so I have to blog about it because unlike Picasso I don't paint, but I do write. And I got my feelings majorly hurt yesterday. Yes, it's about Boy. So I did a bunch of huge favors for Boy yesterday. And then I'm waiting for a delivery for him at his new house. I see one of my friends (he's here at this point) ... *sidenote: my friend is a DOPE poet. Hannah Adams. if you're in philly, the Philadelphia Youth Slam Team is having a show on the 14th. Tickets are $15 and are going to be well worth it. Hannah is on it.* so yeah, Hannah comes by and they start talking. He invites her to a housewarming BBQ. and I was flabbergasted... I didn't even know this BBQ existed. After Hannah leaves, he reluctantly invites me saying how he just figured I'd be around. Then he tells me how his best friend from home is coming to the BBQ so he'd rather me not be there and that's how I got uninvited from this BBQ. I do a lot for him... and especially yesterday, I came through for him hardcore and I felt the most unappreciated that I've felt in a long time. Like I felt hurt. Mostly because I know the rest of his roommates so maybe I could have gone and hung out with someone else. I don't know if it's silly but I just felt all types of "he's ashamed of me and doesn't want his friends from home to know I exist"I didn't like that feeling at all. And then he felt bad and tried to invite me to this BBQ forgetting that I know he wants me nowhere near the proximity. But my friends are still invited. 

that's my anecdote of my yesterday.

anacaona