Tomorrow Looks Darker Than The Day Before Yesterday
I will address something that has been brought to my attention. What was brought to the attention of The E. Kid is that this journal is not as entertaining as it used to be. Well, let me put it to you this way. This is not here for anyone's amusement. I am not as angry as I used to be. That is why I don't even cuss anymore. I am trying to put the positive light. It seems as if I came off a little off-kilter with my earlier writings about beauties and wonderfullies. I still know who I am at heart and who I am destined to be. That's for me to know in my heart, brain and groins. My father knew he was going to be a failure with being a doctor, which is why he works at a deli and gets bossed around by his manager Jonathan, the 13 year old kid with cerebral palsy. I was afraid I was going to die with the high blood pressure this journal was putting me through. It's not easy to remember what happened to you in a day and write about them again. I want to forget them. I have to dig to remember and they leave me crying. I've had to replace my keyboard three times because so many tear drops got into the keys. It's hard to write about the ugliness that happens in my life, and it happens too many times. I don't want to be a spiteful son of a bitch anymore. I want to roam the woods and open fields with little children and hunt deer with that intellect who keeps winning at Jeopardy. This is real life. I am typing from real experiences, and they're not here meant to be the butt of your jokes in the cafeteria or at the daycare center. So to the anonymous one who left that entry, I love you. But, if you want to find what black kids call a "hater," then please look elsewhere because I am done with that. I don't even curse anymore, look at the previous entries. I am done with all that shit.