SWITCH....
i wonder, when will the day come when im not depresed, i dont have low self esteem i wont worry about about the way i look, the extra 30 pounds will leave my body. when i can be confident, the day when i'll stop crying in my sleep, the day i stop worrying if my girl will leave me one day.
the day that i will stop failing tests, the day i stop debating over my homosexuality, the day where i'll just stop worrying about me!
the day that i will stop failing tests, the day i stop debating over my homosexuality, the day where i'll just stop worrying about me!
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:"imagine me"
it's a shame when you return back home, and home bores the hell out of you. well that's my case. i saw that go to church would depress the shit out of me. and not seein my babygirl at all. til sunday would kill me so i did the right thing and went back... i have nothing to say. boredom sucks.
THIS ISN'T ABOUT ANYONE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, SO CHILL OUT. IT'S JUST A RANT ABOUT THE STUPIDITY OF OUR GENERATION, THE GET FRESH ATTITUDE IS A DOWNFALL
what is it with this influx of boss/dope/fly girls? i mean are you serious? all these girls who swear they are mini-Kelis' and shit cuz they got a job and can finally afford something. they are people here with true rags to riches stories, & i respect that. im from the hood myself. i can appreciate when i see a nigga doing good and shit, i dont hate.
however, when you are the internet and chicks are fueding over trivial shit, then yes, i'm a bit disturbed, how can you get offended when someone calls you out on the internet, it simply isn't that serious. where you watching tv when they say that half the shit people post on the internet isn't true. well it doesn't just apply to pedaphiles it applies to these little livejournal/myspace addicts who consider themselves, AMAZING, because they finally broaden their vocabulary, and they listened to a Lil' Wayne CD all the way through.
All this fly/hot/dope/fresh shit needs to stop. yes, you might be in fashion nirvana, but you're brain is stuck on stupid. and instead of worrying about you're vans not looking like sneakers, how about sit down and think of where you're going with your life. applications don't ask you how many boy/girls you dated, how many pairs of sneakers do you have, or what's going on in your life. they ask what you want out of it. and what's important.
just look and it this way, the less you learn, it the less you know. so keep thinking you on boss status, pimp status, hustlaette status. you are not, you're just ordinary, like me, if the man that you SAY can judge judged you, your pride alone can send you to hell. just a thought, just a thought.
all im asking is stop doing all this dumb shit, it reflects on us a people. this is more than a plea for all this 'i'm hot cuz i can get one i want now' attitude, this is a plea for intelligence to rise out of your brain, an out of it's hiding place.
[im ranting, so excuse composition]
- Mood:
frustrated - Music:ludacris-tell it likes it is
want to hear some mutual ( i hope) feelings expressed, Desiree has been reading my blog and decicided to write one of her own!
add her:
t00h0tt4w0rdz
- Mood:
content - Music:some spanish music in dez's room
i did something new. i chiefed. that's right. i got high. smoked weed. back it up with a cig. wrong, right? oh well.
- Mood:
high - Music:"showstopper"-danity kane
i still love my sister (
julisastwin) Julisa so don't trip, just thought i'd get something that was reflective of my shift from Camden high schooler to Rowan University alumna, okay?
add me, i'll add you.
add me, i'll add you.
- Mood:enthralled
- Music:"ring the alarm"-beyonce

