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Guys. Stop It.

"Who up? Like my status" Why do you guys keep doing this to yourself? I thought I had this talk with you a couple of blogs ago. Every time I`m on Facebook, here ya`ll go, with these hella lonely posts. It will usually be a random picture of T.I., Rhianna, or Jeezy with some words scribbled over it saying "One day someone will come into your life, and make you realize why it never worked with anyone else" or "When it`s real, they text you every hour" or "A real woman clips her man`s toenails". Well, maybe not that last one but you get the point.

Some of you are just pitiful and low key, it`s starting to rub off on me. I`ll be having a fantastic day and then I log on to social media and see those post. Now all of a sudden I`m wondering if maybe I can work it out with homeboy, or maybe I should text that handsome man I have a crush on, does a 'Corey and Topanga relationship' really exist? Maybe I don`t have a have a man because I was scared to clip his toenails. Geez! Ya`ll do more damage than a night of listening to Drake too much.

My advice to you when your feeling lonely? Go to bed. You`re just going to end up looking thirsty and embarrassing yourself.

You can text me tho, I`ll be up...

-Brit

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