Heh... too Funny
Deleted all of my past entries, wonder why? I don’t need the past sometimes. There's no point of returning.
Last night, I might have disturbed my little brother Gabriel with one of my disgusting talks with him. Telling him what he got to do and he knows what he got to do. We both grew up all too fast. Too much shit with the family; I really don't know when it's all going to stop.
My thoughts are running deep. Maybe the old saying is true, "still waters run deep." My pen is whispering other words that I don't want to read. Worked too hard to become a nice guy, but there are days where I want to go back to being my old self. Learned the hard way from the Floridians... They're too dull to hide their true intentions, be it family or friends, it hurts when they try to hide shit. I guess I'm going to stop being all too nice sometimes and hide my true intentions to certain people out there. Trying to fight all the superficiality and the bullshit down here... I gave up. I'm going to work on myself, play their game, and play it better than they do. Games people play. Yep, returning back to some of my old ways... some of it. Don't worry; I'll still be a good guy. ;)
I think my weekend is going to be odd. I’ll dig into my personal library for those books on persuasion and human nature… start reading them… Saturday night, I think Gabriella wants to go some clubs or some place with me and wants Renee and Angie to come along also. Sunday, I don’t what I want to do, but I want to chill at some place and drink some wine maybe.
“Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
And in his simple show he harbours treason,
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb;
No, no, my sovereign, Gloucester is a man
Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit.”
Shakespeare: 2 Henry VI., iii. 1.
Last night, I might have disturbed my little brother Gabriel with one of my disgusting talks with him. Telling him what he got to do and he knows what he got to do. We both grew up all too fast. Too much shit with the family; I really don't know when it's all going to stop.
My thoughts are running deep. Maybe the old saying is true, "still waters run deep." My pen is whispering other words that I don't want to read. Worked too hard to become a nice guy, but there are days where I want to go back to being my old self. Learned the hard way from the Floridians... They're too dull to hide their true intentions, be it family or friends, it hurts when they try to hide shit. I guess I'm going to stop being all too nice sometimes and hide my true intentions to certain people out there. Trying to fight all the superficiality and the bullshit down here... I gave up. I'm going to work on myself, play their game, and play it better than they do. Games people play. Yep, returning back to some of my old ways... some of it. Don't worry; I'll still be a good guy. ;)
I think my weekend is going to be odd. I’ll dig into my personal library for those books on persuasion and human nature… start reading them… Saturday night, I think Gabriella wants to go some clubs or some place with me and wants Renee and Angie to come along also. Sunday, I don’t what I want to do, but I want to chill at some place and drink some wine maybe.
“Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
And in his simple show he harbours treason,
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb;
No, no, my sovereign, Gloucester is a man
Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit.”
Shakespeare: 2 Henry VI., iii. 1.