on we go
6 inch instead of a twelve.
eating's less appealing.
I remember going to college. Dropout am I And I remember going to get gas. This gas station was about 5 or so miles from school. And I would get gas. Go in to pay. And there waiting would be this nice old black woman. She would be so courteous. She was so endearing. And she actually brightened my day by being so nice. It gave me more faith in things. This was one of my very few pleasures back then. That nce old lady in the gas station. I won't forget you.
After all, who needs names in order to remember people?
Just actions.
It's all about the actions.
I was thinking at the end of the day today. I made myself angry. Because my own father made me angry first. Betrayal. I'm not letting it go. Only because it's unthinkable and disturbing and disgusting on so many levels.
Who needs the love of a beautiful woman?
Naahhh.. let's go get some trailer trash pussy. [the lewdness is needed. Forgive me.]
I'm upset, and this has been a horrible week for me.
He and mom are working it out... i guess. not like I know anything. Just what I'm told by a friend. I don't know if I want to confront him or leave it be and wait for him to talk to me [if even that is a possibility]. Until then I'll go about my own way of doing things.
This is an end to something... trust for certain people maybe. A certain person. Gain it back? We'll see...
Where would I be without you?
eating's less appealing.
I remember going to college. Dropout am I And I remember going to get gas. This gas station was about 5 or so miles from school. And I would get gas. Go in to pay. And there waiting would be this nice old black woman. She would be so courteous. She was so endearing. And she actually brightened my day by being so nice. It gave me more faith in things. This was one of my very few pleasures back then. That nce old lady in the gas station. I won't forget you.
After all, who needs names in order to remember people?
Just actions.
It's all about the actions.
I was thinking at the end of the day today. I made myself angry. Because my own father made me angry first. Betrayal. I'm not letting it go. Only because it's unthinkable and disturbing and disgusting on so many levels.
Who needs the love of a beautiful woman?
Naahhh.. let's go get some trailer trash pussy. [the lewdness is needed. Forgive me.]
I'm upset, and this has been a horrible week for me.
He and mom are working it out... i guess. not like I know anything. Just what I'm told by a friend. I don't know if I want to confront him or leave it be and wait for him to talk to me [if even that is a possibility]. Until then I'll go about my own way of doing things.
This is an end to something... trust for certain people maybe. A certain person. Gain it back? We'll see...
Where would I be without you?