It's been a little while .
But whatever .
I'm still faithful.
Today was Stupid .
I can't go anywhere because of my ugly report card .
I should have destoyed that son of a bitch lmao .
My family went to a little easter egg hunt thing .
I stayed at home on the computer all day .
I thought about sneaking out to go by someones house .
But i forgot i couldnt because i have no phone .
So i felt pretty shitty .
I got a job .
Doesn't start until may .
FML .
Fuck my life .
lmao .
Then i gotta go to court on the 20th .
Damn .
I hope the judge is a horny 80 year old man .
Or a 40 year old dike .
So i could wear a v-neck and flash off clevage .
Lmao .
I'm a whore .
Well not really .Lmao .
And i gotta buy a prom dress .
Because my friend Kerry asked me to prom and we gotta look fly as fuck .
I was thinking about spending my savings on the black Yeezys .
I do want them hoes anyway .
I'll think about it .
Peace and much love to you .
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
