"When you look at me, do you see your wife?
Can you picture us lovin' eachother for life?
Are you playing the role, just like the rest?
These are the questions that I ask myself"
Blaque - Questions.
Ahhh, back in the days I used to fuck with my ex.
What was Ii? 15? He never deserved this song to be dedicated
to him, which is why it isnt. But it always reminded me of him.

I woke up singing this recently, really weird cause I haven't listened
to it in 2 years. Now I cant get it out of my head.

OMGGGGGGGGGGG. May 20th you guys.
Gonna be THE DAY for many different reasons.
Top 1? Pay day. mmmhmm. Not like I spend any of it
(other than on necessities, and clothes & shoes aint one
-rolls eyes) but still.

This year is going by sooooooo quickly and before you know it
i'll be a small 19 year old, in college, out of this house.
sounds good. But I know once i get out of here ima be the wiiiild
child. People have already predicted that.
Sike though, as a Biology Major? yeah riiight. Ima be in every night
like now. Ima the biggest fuck up and shit, i just hope this is one thing i dont
screw up.

Next..My nasty brown lookin hair goin bye bye. I just noticed how dirty brown looks. My mama say its just me thinkin that way, but w.e im changing it for the first time. To black. mmmhmmm. & the cut i've been talkin bout for forever. I have the most retardest hair, first it grows real long, i cut it, it starts falling out (im guessing puttin to much heat on it)..but of course, it grows back quick, longer, it falls out ( not dramatically but i notice it), again. Blah.

I've notice why i have my little moods. We're gonna call it..IT. IT leaves then as expected IT is back. IT is back in the spot, in my head, all over again. I mean, i knew it was gonna be a matter of time before IT gets over shit, or finally realizes shit. But when IT was just this shit in my head, when i let IT go and its the way it was, i was content..happy..settled..now IT is talkin that shit and my mind is all confused and shitty again. I never wanna stray away from IT, cant say IT is actually the problem, its just me and overthinking, but IT does play apart. Fuck IT, though.

And lolllllllllllllllll @ this motherfuckin boy, texting me at..idk i think it was 4am. I was falling asleep between text my texting and a hour later i'd wake up and respond. "I want it" if i was UP and sane at the moment I wouldve been a real bitch towards him but my sleepy self responded with "lol". I didnt think about it til this morning when i got up, like...the nerveeeeeeeeee of his bootycalling ass. Like on some call/escort service type shit? I HATE his ass.