~I want to*~
~I want to go to "Hello Gorgeous" opening day, sit in one of Candy's chairs and let her do my hair. Even though nobody should ever touch a black girls hair.
Candice is one of my biggest inspirations in life, an ex-heroin/heroin addict, who is trying to put her life back together. She has goals, she goes back to school tomorrow, im happy for her, and she makes me smile, hearing her stories of how hard life was for her in a way make me appreciate mine alittle bit more.
~I want to be a milkman, looking in from the outside. Even when i was little for some reason i wanted to be a milkman, never did i want to be a fireman, or an astronaut. I wanted to be a milkman.
But then again these days i think i might be better of a paper-girl, I'm not sure if i would find the courage to go to the door.
~I want to write a book about my life, I'm not sure if anyone would actually read it, i think it would get to be a bit repetitive, and predictable. I'd send a copy to my mother, and let her read about all the things that happened right under her nose.
I would tell her that i wasnt completely mad at her, I would tell her that for the most part it was my fault things were the way they were, because i didnt need a mother to teach me the common sense needed to get myself out of shitty situations.
~I want to work with kids, I want to try to teach them and help them grow up with some of the skills i never had.
However i don't want to have any kids of my own, I'm scared that i might screw them up the way i am screwed up. Can't deal with all that pressure. I had a mother who didnt have a mother, so in a way i didnt have a mother, its a vicious cycle.
Candice is one of my biggest inspirations in life, an ex-heroin/heroin addict, who is trying to put her life back together. She has goals, she goes back to school tomorrow, im happy for her, and she makes me smile, hearing her stories of how hard life was for her in a way make me appreciate mine alittle bit more.
~I want to be a milkman, looking in from the outside. Even when i was little for some reason i wanted to be a milkman, never did i want to be a fireman, or an astronaut. I wanted to be a milkman.
But then again these days i think i might be better of a paper-girl, I'm not sure if i would find the courage to go to the door.
~I want to write a book about my life, I'm not sure if anyone would actually read it, i think it would get to be a bit repetitive, and predictable. I'd send a copy to my mother, and let her read about all the things that happened right under her nose.
I would tell her that i wasnt completely mad at her, I would tell her that for the most part it was my fault things were the way they were, because i didnt need a mother to teach me the common sense needed to get myself out of shitty situations.
~I want to work with kids, I want to try to teach them and help them grow up with some of the skills i never had.
However i don't want to have any kids of my own, I'm scared that i might screw them up the way i am screwed up. Can't deal with all that pressure. I had a mother who didnt have a mother, so in a way i didnt have a mother, its a vicious cycle.