back frm hell
Tuesday, June 12, 2007 |
e night safari wasnt tat great....honestly
c'mon a freakin soda is like a freakin 4 bucks...i rather they shoot me instead
ok lets jus cut e crap e main reason i was bored was cuz i wasn't myself
hell i dunno if i was REALLY there
wit moi partners in crime i'll be like runnin around chasin e monkeys butts
but wit my booo's frenz
its jus impossible
i mean i'm like vintage and they're urban
they speak chinese and dialects i speak bimbo language...u knw every sentence ends wit a ? mark
like see ?
its nt like i dun wanna fit in....i find it like wats the point...changin ur own style jus to fit in is rubbish....and i've been doin tat for e past years
n its gonna stop
u knw its funny...i've been wit my boo for 3 years now....n he doesnt know e real me....at e N.S i chered for a guy when he held e snake cuz tats wat i do i'm retarded
n he was stun for e whole day and he said "why did u act like tat"
OMG he was jealous ? i cant believe this....3yrs and he was bein wit an illusion
this has to stop
n it will
i hav to show e true me
rather he accepts or not
tat is e question
i cant keep livin like this nymore
i dun wanna be alone nymore