Gossip - Carmen
Well that explains why Josh has been walking around giving me the “shit eye” for the past couple of weeks. I had no idea that this is why I haven’t seen him around.
I’m shocked that my words have been twisted like this. How did Chrissy and Julie get “date-rape” from “put your dick away” and him doing it? It’s crucial to me that Josh knows that I didn’t start this. I think I’m gonna send him a text. It’ll say, “I didn’t start the rumor.” Or no, maybe it should say, “Sorry for the misunderstanding, I don’t know who has their head up their fucking ass,” or…God! Women are just busy little bees—making up rumors. I’m pissed off about this. I’ve made my life about being kind and being able to wake up in the morning and look at myself. I get up everyday, and make the choice to be like, Carmen, you’re going to be straight with the world today and the world will be straight with you.
Mark my words: Say what you mean, and mean what you say, and you’ll receive nothing back but spite, and dumb bitches misquoting you. Maybe I’ll put that in the text.
It’s not enough that you do the right thing or try to look out for others, those little busy bees will get you. More concerned about their fun time than the things that are coming out of people’s mouths.
God knows, with honesty, I’ve probably lost you anyway.
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