Free Run : ( Chris Brown Story )

Free Run ✗23

Brielle

Thermodynamics . . . This is the exact reason why I live for psychology, people should seriously be more interested in this shit. You would be surprised at how much you would use it in your life time. Anyway back to Thermodynamics: States that all energy cannot be created or destroyed, simply just converted to one party to the next.

All I had to do was make him sweat like I wanted him to, suffer long weeks of zero communication, and then maybe just maybe he would feel an ounce of what I was feeling. Hopefully his ass knows that this wasn't just some weak ass argument that will fade away, he needs to know and remember that I'm not the bitch to mess with. It's been about three weeks since he last tried to get in touch with me, is bad that I don't feel the least bit sorry about making him try to gain guilt? I guess you can't a turn a boy into a man. But all jokes and games aside I have some shit to tell Chris, can't wait to see what his dumbass has to say about it.

Just cause I haven't talked to him for a while doesn't mean I cut off all ties with him, I check Twitter and Instagram to see if he posted anything relating to me. A couple of pictures of him but he stayed away from using his words, I stay away from the blogs though because all they do is lie and Chris told me once that if I haven't heard it come from his mouth then the shit ain't true. I took a long ass nap and woke up five hours later starving but I was too tried to get out of bed and go down stairs and fix me something to eat. I looked at my phone as I wiped my eye to focus and saw that I missed two calls from him, the clock read 2:18 AM. I jumped on Twitter to see what was going on and everybody was going crazy of this video title The Real Chris Brown. I looked at the topics and Chris Brown was trending number 1.

I moaned as I got up to open up my MacBook, I turned on the light so I wouldn't have to strain my eyes  and hit the play button.

The Real Chris Brown Audio: I'm a little drunk so imma be honest, see ya'll don't really get the real Chris Brown so, I like to just be honest man. I'm stressed out, that's just real shit man I'm stressed out. It ain't about the music I love my fans, I love everything . . . It's just, you know when you share history with somebody, then you tend to fall in love with somebody else. It's kind of difficult, you know what I'm sayin'? Is there such thing as loving two people? I don't know, I don't know if that's possible, but for me I just, I feel like that. Ya'll probably like what the fuck does he think he talking about right now? But I'm just sayin' I'm being real, you know I don't want to hurt either or. This me, I'm not trying to be a player, I'm not trying to be a dog I'm not none of that. My momma raised me differently so it's like I just care, too much sometimes. I don't know man niggas be stressing, that's what niggas do.

Life of Chris Brown.

Damn, well there's that guilt I wanted to see. But it didn't need to be broadcast out to the whole damn world. This is what I get for not answering his calls, I guess once the video hit the net he probably thought I would call him right away. Wrong, that video wasn't going to make me jump to him it's not proving anything. I could get drunk too and make a video about my feelings towards anybody but it's different when it's involving two people, she could be looking at the same thing in smiles because in her mind she won and now everybody knows. Nobody knows who I am, who am I in there eyes? Just some girl in the way of two people who need each other. All this video tells me is that I've done nothing but been in way this entire time.

I really didn't want to talk to him but after seeing this I might as well, I'll give it a day because I'm sure his ass isn't sober enough to talk to me. I need him to be completely focused, up front, and honest with me and I'll try to do the same for him without getting mad. I'm ready to accept everything for the way it is, I can't change the way how things have turned out and I can't change how I made them.