i think i lost it
I really fukin need someone to shut the fuk up and listen to my fukin complaints and just let it all out. as soon as i'm done i'll probably erasethis fukin shit anyways, if anythin no one will read anyways.
i fukin hate so much shit rite now... i have no idea where to start.
i love it how i try to b so fukin nic, and end up bein takin for fukin granted, like so fukin noble. best friends don fukin do that shit dam homie fuk u n ur gay emo wannabe fukin ass dam.
i love it how my dad n me get into fights he resolves by fukin goin 100 mph n sayin he grew up in the hood to give me a good life that i don fukin deserve, mothafucka too busy with his cellphone now n shit.
i love it how my fukin mom resolves everythin by sayin she fukin says wat i do n not cause she older, doesn't mean shit she don kno wtf i been through or doin outside her walls. i'm just sick of this shit, i wish she could know things and decisions ive had to do, she might be proud of me of that, its some fukin bullshit. 14 bitch, but i stick with my word even if i do get shot i'll stand by wat i say, its my pride.
i love it how all these bitches i kno say i hate my fukin life, sayin the hate the world n wanna kill emself etc... do u kno wtf it is fallin in love on a road trip, goin bak in a year findin out she got shot?? do u kno wtf it is gettin ur mothafuckin brother shot?? u do, then fukin complain to me. i'm always the guy these some girl comes to with relationship problems bout some guy thats worthless n shit, plus knowin i'm after her heart, wtf is that.
i love it how i kno so many ppl that just let their problems out through drinkin n drugs, instead of facin them n goin at it, they fukin give up n then expect sympathy, comin in this house n me havin to fukin fight em to get the fuk out cause my step dads fukin drunk n passed out n my mom's workin not like she gonna do shit. have seen somone die in front of u, screamin for help n have no one around u, n the ppl that hear it tell each other they got their own shit to wry bout? dam homie i'm sick of it. i'm goin all out, i can't hold this shit like this.
i pray everyday somthin will get better, it just gets worse, wtf is goin on with me, y am i being tested n bein pushed to the fukin limit by ppl who r supposed to be there, instead of me bein there for them?
mothafuckas always tellin me i won't make it, i can't do it, bitches i'm a show u how things r gonna change, how i'm apull myself out this, make it big or die nothin else. die tryin, say to myself before i go to sleep everyday.
always sayin it won't happen again, its over, plz.
dam.
take care,
angel
i fukin hate so much shit rite now... i have no idea where to start.
i love it how i try to b so fukin nic, and end up bein takin for fukin granted, like so fukin noble. best friends don fukin do that shit dam homie fuk u n ur gay emo wannabe fukin ass dam.
i love it how my dad n me get into fights he resolves by fukin goin 100 mph n sayin he grew up in the hood to give me a good life that i don fukin deserve, mothafucka too busy with his cellphone now n shit.
i love it how my fukin mom resolves everythin by sayin she fukin says wat i do n not cause she older, doesn't mean shit she don kno wtf i been through or doin outside her walls. i'm just sick of this shit, i wish she could know things and decisions ive had to do, she might be proud of me of that, its some fukin bullshit. 14 bitch, but i stick with my word even if i do get shot i'll stand by wat i say, its my pride.
i love it how all these bitches i kno say i hate my fukin life, sayin the hate the world n wanna kill emself etc... do u kno wtf it is fallin in love on a road trip, goin bak in a year findin out she got shot?? do u kno wtf it is gettin ur mothafuckin brother shot?? u do, then fukin complain to me. i'm always the guy these some girl comes to with relationship problems bout some guy thats worthless n shit, plus knowin i'm after her heart, wtf is that.
i love it how i kno so many ppl that just let their problems out through drinkin n drugs, instead of facin them n goin at it, they fukin give up n then expect sympathy, comin in this house n me havin to fukin fight em to get the fuk out cause my step dads fukin drunk n passed out n my mom's workin not like she gonna do shit. have seen somone die in front of u, screamin for help n have no one around u, n the ppl that hear it tell each other they got their own shit to wry bout? dam homie i'm sick of it. i'm goin all out, i can't hold this shit like this.
i pray everyday somthin will get better, it just gets worse, wtf is goin on with me, y am i being tested n bein pushed to the fukin limit by ppl who r supposed to be there, instead of me bein there for them?
mothafuckas always tellin me i won't make it, i can't do it, bitches i'm a show u how things r gonna change, how i'm apull myself out this, make it big or die nothin else. die tryin, say to myself before i go to sleep everyday.
always sayin it won't happen again, its over, plz.
dam.
take care,
angel