im sick of
im sick of dealing with idiots
im sick of feeling like i dont matter
im sick of walking home ererynite with my knife in my hand
im sick of living in this ghetto shithole
im sick of people taking advantage of me cuz im nice
im sick of people who think they can walk all over me
im sick of walking home and feeling like im in africa (no offence)
im sick of going home to roomates that are so inconsiderate
im sick of not having a shoulder to cry on
im sick of not having a group to hangout with
im sick of saying i have 2 friends in a city thats so big
im sick of fat people taking up all the room on crowded trains
im sick of seeing people abuse their kids on the trains and in my hood
im sick of working 60-70 hours a week
im sick of bank of america being little cunty whore
im sick of cipriani always fucking up my pay
im sick of being treated like a child
im sick of getting looked down upon
im sick of not being able to see my friends
im sick of not being able to see matt whenever i want to
im sick of my phone always staying silent
im sick of "friends" that lie behind ur back
im sick of feeling like im worthless
im sick of being used by boys
im sick of feeling alone
i miss not having naydine and savannah and all my friends here
i miss the long nites were i would sit outside with my friends, we'd talk, we'd laugh, we smoke our cigarettes and we'd have a blast just because were all together
i miss camron
i miss the my family
i miss my car and my motorcycle
i miss riding my harley with friends along the beach
i miss surfing
i miss my little cousins
i miss my old life
im sick of new york
im sick of my neighborhood
im sick of p"friends" that turn out to be ur enemies
im sick of this new life i got myself into
i miss my old life
i miss the the days were we'd go to starbucks and talk for houres
i miss my sister
i miss feeling happy
i miss laughing
i miss smiling
i miss feeling like i matter
i miss feeling like no matter wut ill always have someone by my side
cirpriani wont give me the money they owe me cuz they fucked up and as soon as i started working assumed that i was illigal, so now i have to go and clear everything up.
maybe its all my fault..i was supposed to stay in this stupid city for 3 mo. and a year later, here i am..maybe i should have moved back home.
i miss annie
i miss dominic
i miss robert and jr and our fun times in the tunnels
i miss going somewere and knowing alot of people
i miss my old life
i miss feeling like i can really trust someone
i miss nay
i miss leila
i miss kristen
i miss laurel
im so moody...today i was supposed to go get a skate board...but because cipriani fucked up my paycheack last week, and because bank of america is a bunch of retarted fuckers, i cant buy it till at least friday.
thats if they even pay me this week since they say im an illigal worker here
ugh..my day off...i spent 2 hours on a fuckin train sothat i can hear a stupid bitch ass bank teller tell me i have to wait 4 days for my paycheack to clear b4 i can have money in my account.
if cipriani fuckes my paycheack up this week, im going to throw a bitch fit.
i realized that when i used to be less nice, and more nonchelant and more cynical, people treated me better, and that now cuz im nice, people think they can walk all over me.
the only good things i have in new york are the two people who i can trust, the two people who i can have fun with just by being with them, the two people i can say are my bestfriends here,
the only things i have in new york are tony and john,
the only people that would lend me a shoulder to cry on
the only people i can put my full trust in
the only people that make me feel like i matter
the only people that make me feel happy
the only people that make my smile and laugh
all i have in new york is them, and im greatful for that.
but its so hard to go from were i was, and come here and only have those two people.
none the less, thanks you tony and john.
*sigh*
im sick of feeling like i dont matter
im sick of walking home ererynite with my knife in my hand
im sick of living in this ghetto shithole
im sick of people taking advantage of me cuz im nice
im sick of people who think they can walk all over me
im sick of walking home and feeling like im in africa (no offence)
im sick of going home to roomates that are so inconsiderate
im sick of not having a shoulder to cry on
im sick of not having a group to hangout with
im sick of saying i have 2 friends in a city thats so big
im sick of fat people taking up all the room on crowded trains
im sick of seeing people abuse their kids on the trains and in my hood
im sick of working 60-70 hours a week
im sick of bank of america being little cunty whore
im sick of cipriani always fucking up my pay
im sick of being treated like a child
im sick of getting looked down upon
im sick of not being able to see my friends
im sick of not being able to see matt whenever i want to
im sick of my phone always staying silent
im sick of "friends" that lie behind ur back
im sick of feeling like im worthless
im sick of being used by boys
im sick of feeling alone
i miss not having naydine and savannah and all my friends here
i miss the long nites were i would sit outside with my friends, we'd talk, we'd laugh, we smoke our cigarettes and we'd have a blast just because were all together
i miss camron
i miss the my family
i miss my car and my motorcycle
i miss riding my harley with friends along the beach
i miss surfing
i miss my little cousins
i miss my old life
im sick of new york
im sick of my neighborhood
im sick of p"friends" that turn out to be ur enemies
im sick of this new life i got myself into
i miss my old life
i miss the the days were we'd go to starbucks and talk for houres
i miss my sister
i miss feeling happy
i miss laughing
i miss smiling
i miss feeling like i matter
i miss feeling like no matter wut ill always have someone by my side
cirpriani wont give me the money they owe me cuz they fucked up and as soon as i started working assumed that i was illigal, so now i have to go and clear everything up.
maybe its all my fault..i was supposed to stay in this stupid city for 3 mo. and a year later, here i am..maybe i should have moved back home.
i miss annie
i miss dominic
i miss robert and jr and our fun times in the tunnels
i miss going somewere and knowing alot of people
i miss my old life
i miss feeling like i can really trust someone
i miss nay
i miss leila
i miss kristen
i miss laurel
im so moody...today i was supposed to go get a skate board...but because cipriani fucked up my paycheack last week, and because bank of america is a bunch of retarted fuckers, i cant buy it till at least friday.
thats if they even pay me this week since they say im an illigal worker here
ugh..my day off...i spent 2 hours on a fuckin train sothat i can hear a stupid bitch ass bank teller tell me i have to wait 4 days for my paycheack to clear b4 i can have money in my account.
if cipriani fuckes my paycheack up this week, im going to throw a bitch fit.
i realized that when i used to be less nice, and more nonchelant and more cynical, people treated me better, and that now cuz im nice, people think they can walk all over me.
the only good things i have in new york are the two people who i can trust, the two people who i can have fun with just by being with them, the two people i can say are my bestfriends here,
the only things i have in new york are tony and john,
the only people that would lend me a shoulder to cry on
the only people i can put my full trust in
the only people that make me feel like i matter
the only people that make me feel happy
the only people that make my smile and laugh
all i have in new york is them, and im greatful for that.
but its so hard to go from were i was, and come here and only have those two people.
none the less, thanks you tony and john.
*sigh*