According to Moms reports and hard desicion making,
The months of the waiting and choices . .
Searching and shit .
I'm moving .
In March ?
To Cinco Ranch .
At first it was Watersidee .
But since houses there are much cheaper we've found one .
It'ss beautiful .
School ?
Travis High School .
Whyy ?
Because I'm using an old address .
And my new house Is closer to there than Cinco Ranch Highschool .
Not really .
But Fort Bend has better education .
Senior year is gonna be whatever because Idgaf about no one but myself .
I walk into Austin with my earphoness in my ear FAITHFULLY every morning .
Ignoring everything surrounding me .
People copying each other , hoess on my friendss dickss .
Teachers and principals just waiting for youu to slip up so they can fail you .
Maybe at my new school I'll be a cheerleader :)
Because I'm really good at It .
And thesee boobs must be good for something . Haha .
I work every week .
Buying clothess , getting my hair/feet/nails donee .
Buying clothes and food whenever I please .
Life is well .
Saving up money for something .
Whatever .
Forgivee me .
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.
