3/22/2010

"Dear Benee,


Hey, its Dominick...that crazy nigga. I want you to know that it is 11:53 pm right now and I've been thinking about your departure from Maryland. Im not one for talking on the spot, but I am well off with my writing skills, so this is why I didn't say this last night. I know you'll be elated to leave this wasteland, but I wont. You already know Im the type of guy that pulls things off, no matter how far success may seem and yet its breaking my heart to know that keeping you here is one task that I can't accomplish. We’ve been through so many things, its unbelievable. If someone would of told me all the crap we would’ve went through, I might have thought twice about looking in your direction during that party at St. Tims 2 years ago; I might have reconsidered talking to you all times of the night and being utterly curious and fascinated by everything you are. Well, it’s a good thing I don’t have any regrets eh? But that’s besides the point, and its very clear to see that I live in a world of “hey, what the hell”s and “I got nothing to lose”, when it really doesn’t mean the same when mentioning you. I love you, forever and today. We tried the couple relationship thing…meh, it didn’t really work out, but Im happy to know that what we have extends far past a “title”. You are my greatest dream and worst nightmare, and I wouldn’t have it any other way because we can have the ugliest fights, the best talks, and truthfully, I can say I love you through it all. I can sleep at peace knowing that our relationship is set in stone, because the rest was written in sand. One thing your probably thinking about is “why did Dominick post this on my wall”? Well the answer is simple, I don’t give a fuck about nosy girls and jealous niggaz. If they cant understand what Im saying, then let me help them out a bit: I, Dominick Trevon “Tarzan” Hutchinson love Benee Charley (hahaha, Char-Char) Morris with every thing I am and will ever be.

Last but not least, I want nothing but the best for you wherever you go. I told you already, I will be at your wedding (even if its not me), I will be at your funeral (even if I have to dig up from through the depths of Hell to see your casket) and I will always be there regardless. Well, its about time for me to sleep cause I got to wake up tomorrow, but you keep your head up kyd. This isn’t a good bye, its just a goodnight….so night.

Sincerely,
Dominick
*Da me un beso*"
 
This bitch cheated on me with 5 guys, smoked crack, got kicked out school, and was the most vain person I ever met. How wrong and blind was I when I wrote this letter?
"A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is one who hopes they are.”--Chauncey Depew
 
Later Days
 

Everything that matters breaks in Two

Im trying to gather up my personal demons. Thats been my daily task at this point. Been a couple of weeks, but hey... Im not sweating it, no one reads this crap anyway. Aside from that obvious fact, Im starting to become heavily detached from reality on the weekends and I enjoy it soo much that my friends had a mini-intervention for me. It made me smile because I realized that they really care about me, but they also worry too much.
Here and there, Im lapsing in and out of fear of this getting old game. Its no need for me to even delve into that matter; ya either go through with it or die young. I 've also caught myself writing some poems today in the rain... I havent written in a long time either. Im glad I randomly got back into it. Blah blah blah, I miss people, blah blah blah, I want to drive MY car again, blah blah....teenage angst at its best.

Later Days