So each and everyday more and
more crazy shit keeps happening .
I had a deep ass conversation with somebody I used to be in love with .
And now I don't know how I'm feeling about what .
I don't know which way the sky is facingg Idk what time it is .
But whatever everything is peachyy .
I'm not gon' start dying for him :)
We suppose to hang laterr on .
Imma see whats up .
Then I get this crazy fucking pimple on my chin .
I DONT GET PIMPLESS . EVER .
So I try to pop it . Doesn't work .
My mom almost gets into a wreck on Hwy 6
because her blood pressure is so high .
So she's sick , and that means fast food .
I didn't buy the Crooks hat from Chris I wanted because I had
to buy clothes and pay bills and shit : That's a bummer
because I REALLY wanted that hat .
But It's okay I'll get one that looks better .
My teachers are fucking me in the ass with these gradess .
They really don't give a fuck unless they getting paid .
Bitches . It's a conspiracy to keep the black man down .
I say that because all my teachers are white .
The next part of this has nothing to do with what I've just
mentioned .
I notice I walk everywhere at school ALONE . I choose to
go where I want to comfortably . And I see all these stupid ass
black girls in they group looking loud and disgusting .
With them yellow jeans and orange shirts ,
And Baby Phat shoes on XD .
All freshmen make my nerves bad . Theyre so fucking weak .
Yeah I'm talking shit and if your'e a freshmen and got a fucking issue
You see me and tell me :)
I just float above people . I don't stop to have fun
until after lunch because I get hyper with Kevin .
Idk whyy , becausee of my weird heart .
Oh yeahh , went to the doctor .
Found out I have a slight heart murmur .
It beats really fast for no reason .
Then It'll beat hard then softly slow .
But she said it was normal . SMH .
I just need to take it easyyy .
Be easyyy .
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.