i drew this on freaking friday and my internet turned off before i could post it

What I learned after flying to a tumblr nigga

I usually don’t write about things like this but I can’t get this situation off my mind so I thought I’d share it with people who might understand. Earlier this summer I connected with this lightskin devil on here…. I was smitten off rip, all I saw was his teeny tiny profile pic and was done. We talked everyday… We FaceTimed everyday… It was lit, probably the best display of a long distance anything I’ve personally ever seen or dealt with. Our times zones were crazy but it worked cause I was an insomniac and he lived on the west coast. The entire time we are talking about somebody visiting somebody. Now I stay in Atlanta… And other than the song “Welcome to Atlanta” (where the playas play and they party everyday) a completely accurate description of The ATL btw, I didn’t see this as a place to visit. He lived in Inglewood, CA but California is better than Atlanta (in my humble southern opinion) any day. So I booked my damn flight… MISTAKE NUMBER 1! Technically that was mistake two but we can switch it up… Before I even had my ticket we had already spoken about how much we were going to fuck… AND BOY OH MAN, did we FUCK! Lol “We decided” to not use a condom (MISTAKE 2) … I use parentheses because if it were actually up to me they would’ve been used. 

So I get there….. 4 days of just YAS GAWD, we smoked, we ate, and we fucked #InThatOrder . Everything was chill, mellow, good. I was good he was good. He took me to Laguna Beach, and if you know me I FUCKING LOVE Laguna Beach & The Hills, I had fun, it was honestly lit. 

My four days was over… I was back home. And…. 

We weren’t talking as often but he had a job so did I, life is life. 2 days after I see a female on his SC… he “claimed” they weren’t talking before I got there but on the 3rd day homeboy changed his relationship status on FB… (sus or naw?) I’m no hateful bitch so I kept it moving, he was ALL THE WAY OVER THERE, couldn’t do nothing bout it except be happy for him, and I still am (if they’re still together)

 Immediately after I get back, a bitch got her period so I was hype! Like thank you Jesus, didn’t fly to a nigga and slip the fuck up. I told him and we air hi-fived, it was was chill. Now if you’re a female you know that are periods don’t always mean we aren’t pregnant… So maybe a week later, I felt super lightheaded, bloated, just utterly gross. (I want yall to keep in mind I’ve been preggo before) So I tell him immediately (this was a Monday), I already had a doctors appointment anyway so it was okay. I could tell he was kinda stressed about it but I wasn’t trying to bother him, because the last time I went through this I was immediately blocked, so I tried to only speak to him if it was necessary. (Tuesday) I’m at my doctor they drew my blood, took pee, the works.. But it was raining that day, and there entire system was down. That same day I was heading to Orlando (a few days after the shooting). He was actually the first person I called when the shooting was happening because I was so distraught trying to make sure none of my friends were at the club or died. 

So I’m in orlando, I had about 4 funerals to go to, still feeling like shit health-wise, and I can tell he’s getting anxious, the spirit of his tone was all kinds of fucked up. At first he told me to go to the ER, then he wanted me to just take a test… and explaining to him that: 

1.) My doctors results only take a few days it will be okay

2.) A test will not be accurate either way 

3.) It was too soon to tell no matter what I did

Finally, I did what he wanted-ish I got a test & it was NEGATIVE! So, I thought he’d chill.  WRONG!

He was not having that. He went off, basically telling me fuck you bye. So before I could even tell him the results of the blood test, he was already out of line. I was done. I don’t care how stressed, scared, or anxious you talk slick out the mouth, I will cut you the fuck off. So after that he was BLOCKEDT

(I will show y’all the receipts btw). 

Friday, I get my blood work, once again negative… So I was like cool I’m not worried no more, 2 weeks go by, back home in Atlanta, I get my period again, now again, most females know period twice in a month is a bad fucking sign so I was freaking out at this point. I didn’t stress out though cause only time could tell. I get off my second period of the month, and a few days later my black ass faints in the shower. I didn’t know what to think, even my mother thought i was pregnant at this point because bitches don’t just faint out of nowhere. My mom bought me another pregnancy test and that came back negative too. So, I assume I am dying, turns out it was just my diet I was on that caused every symptom including the double TOMs. Changed it up and I was fine… I’m telling yall this story because BEWARE OF THE TUBMLR NIGGA. I could’ve had that scare with a real nigga ya feel me? Who would have held me down but instead I got stuck with another fuckboy. 

Oh the best part, his current GF has a baby by someone else and I caught him posting the cutest little post about how niggas are deadbeat dads and it amazed me how well he could talk about himself like that. He’s a hypocrite, and this was the greatest life lesson I could’ve learned. No matter what they do or say or post their actions determine who they really are. Don’t flex for the internet, and get exposed.