What a wiered life i have
life isnt is good is i thought it was, i just dont understand why people so close to you have to be so mean, they say sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me, well that, my friend, is bull shit. i think words hurt worse than anything physically inflicted to cause pain, especially when the hurtful words are coming from someone who you love such as a family memeber or a close friend. but it reaches a point where all the words and insults causes you to begin to turn cold, causes you to treat others badly as a way of venting so to speak all i have now is my friends and i pray that they dont begin to be mean as others close to me have, i just wish i could talk to someone about how i am feeling and not bottle it up, i hate feeling like i do now, sometimes i lay awake in bed wondering, does my family hate me??? and then i wonder if me leaving them would make their lives better if it would release some of the troubles in their life, because the way i feel is that all i am to them is a burden, but i have to keep my happy face on so no one knows what its really like..........anyways i am out so you guys take it easy ok oh and hey hottie...we really need to hang out....and that goes for u too my lil white girl....oh yeah i am never sad around friends because they are what makes me happy....that and cheesecake...lol anyways keep the comments coming .....peace....oh yeah isnt the weather fuckin great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!