well i guess it was Ok..i tried avoiding my mother most of the day but she kept talking to me..and then i asked her if i was allowed to move and she said WHY, and i said WHY DO YU THinK?? and she said nothing..GAH! while i am still in this house its Hell, but wen im out of it ohhh! its like im in heaven seriously..like ill think about so much stupid poop wen im at home but wen im outside with my friends n poop or jus going for a walk it totally jus doesnt even cross my mind, and THAT SENSE OF RELIEF IS BEYOND ONE OF THE GREATEST FEELINGS EVER besides (sex) ;]
flip im rambling on again.....i guess my day was OK wat about YURS JAMES!?
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whoever said the struggle would stop today, alota niggas are dead or locked away, teenage women growing up with aids, that's the life when you're living in the ghetto
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