Im in vegas right now with fam enjoying myself.
its starting to feel back to normal... alot of fine women/sistas out here. But i have this mental block and i cant approach a single one like i used to so effortlessly.
I was watching Titanic on the plane ride here and i was balling throughout it (have not scene it since it was in theaters, so its been a jubilee of a period when i last viewed the love boat of a tragic period piece by james “killa” cameron).
The crazy thing is that the relationship jack had with rose reminded me exactly of mines with old girl.
They had such a strong bond romance... even tho she was this high strunf, aristocrat-living mademoiselle who was more difficult to crack than pandoras box... jack, with his nomadic artist existence, was able to crack her and she fell deeply on love with him.
Aside from hatin ass Billy Zane and rose’s domineering ass mom, i was just so sad that ultimately their relationship came to a screeching halt because of a fukkin chunk of ice. Fukk you god!!!
*cries*
I know what it feels like, Jack breh... all good things must come to an end.
*descends to the abyss of existence with capsized cruiseliner they call life*
Does it make it any less melancholy/dramatic that my ex’s name was Rose as well.