'twas a trick - nothing more

my hands were trembling earlier. i don't know if it was because i was so mad or so sad. or so hard up for a cigarette. i think i've finally enough of, well, what one would need in this situation. whatever it is - i got it. and i'm not sharing. no more sharing. that didn't work out so well. i'll try my hardest not to blow it again, but if i do - i'll take it like a champ. i can't help that he's wired like a fucking trick ass mark bitch, and i'm not. it must be terrible being him. anyways, he's a creep and i'm done with it. so, give me a couple days to wean off of the honey and things will be back on track. as for now? bitches ain't shit but tricks and hoes.
*pretty much they're probably dead.