I am a very angry bitch.
I'm a ill tempered broad with no more patience for any bullshit.
School is almost over, thank the lord.
I'm going to New Orleans for two weeks to get my fucking license, finally.
We suppose to be moving, but I never get my hopes too high for anything really.
I don't trust people no more. I try to help people out. Nobody cares.
I try to be the person that will lend a helping hand. But when I need help, no one
ever comes through. Cause no one gives a fuck.
I'm about to stop fucking with all these dumb ass people
and be all about my motherfucking money. It's a shame, but this is
the time we gotta live in. You gotta rob to be rich in 2010.
and since I wanna do right and make money the right way I gotta get a job.
I hate when people call you for interviews and then cancel on you, interview
you when you have an awesome resume and don't call you back.
Or when they don't call at all, but there's a now hiring sign outside.
I'm gonna stop living on people's promises and lies.
Because it hurts way worse when you slowly realize none of that
shit is going to happen. I just wanna take pictures, be in love and maybe if I was in a relationship
or something with somebody I wouldn't be so damn sour about life all the time.
Maybe I wouldn't spend all my nights awake staring at the ceiling if somneone gave me
some attention. I mean fuck, I want somebody to call me and be like, goodnight Gene'a.
I can't lie and say fuck love cause it's stupid. It's really not, it's just the
stuff that comes along with it that makes it so weak. Like when somebody
knows you love em', they'll treat you like shit, cause they know you love em' regardless.
I hate how my mind replays the same shit over and over again and that's why it takes so long to
get over stuff.
Fuck all that role model shit. I'm my own role model.
I don't look up to nobody cause everybody has fucked up one way or another.
I HATE fat hoes and ugly ones too. Like man just hang yourself already.
I mean that shit too. If you a bitch that suck up and fuck anybody GET THE FUCK AWAY
FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I've been considering going back to New Orleans and live with my dad until I graduate.
I don't know, but I've been thinking about it.
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.
