A friend on twitter posted the link to this track and I, of course, had to download it… and I definitely like it. I googled it to figure out whether it was a recent track or just something that wasn’t released til now. No word as of yet, but it’s new to us so I’ll take it :)
This bitch is the only person who can get me mad so easily. You throw shit around and get mad at me for doing something you asked me to do? Oh FUCK YOU. You tell me to buy your shit, and tell me to clean your mess up? FUCK YOU AGAIN.
I get myself ready to get your shit with tears almost starting to get out, and you say, “where are you going?” with an innocent look on your face. You say, “sorry, i just got mad” DOESN’T MAKE THE CUT HONEY, NO IT DOESNT. You expect me to take your stupid ass apology after just 10 minutes of getting frustrated. I was about to fuckin’ run outta the house and not come back til my mother gets home. You always make me wanna run away. Been doin that shit since i was 14. Try me, BITCH.
You are an insecure, selfish little BITCH with an uglyass boyfriend.
There are boys who emotionally fuck you over once you think you guys are getting “serious” about things. There are boys who talk to you for months, they confess their feelings, then leave you without a word and move on to the next. There are boys who you think is the one, but once you get too close, you’re fucked over again.
I’m not saying all boys are like this. I just wanna cross out these kinda boys once i bring back the drawing board.
And it needs to come closer so i could get outta this town. Wouldn’t do shit anyway, there’s not much a 16 year old could do. Guess i’ll spend my time walkin’ the strip with momma and ate, taking pictures of each other, meeting my mother’s old college friends, and looking for a good TJ Maxx, Ross or Marshalls. OH! And a decent Denny’s Diner to chow down in at midnight like the last time i went, hah.
Hello you. You love eating. You love sleeping. You hate your height. You hate waking up. You go to school and get good grades. You struggle to get them either way. You love your family with all your heart. You hate their bitch fits. You love your friends. You don’t like having enemies. You love babies. You hate their diaper rash. You love singing. You hate that you won’t go further into the business. You love big dogs. You don’t like taking care of animals.
You have problems. You don’t like dealing with them. You have the simple life. You want MORE to life. You have a tendency to get angry easily. You don’t get over stuff easily. You have a complicated mind. You don’t like it when people call you unique.
You don’t like it when you’re called a “prodigy”.
You used to play soccer. You used to play volleyball. You used to dance so much you wanted to audition for Press P.L.A.Y. You used to read so much it would hurt. You used to like the fat on chicken, but now it tastes disgusting.
You are growing up. Your mind changes so much it’s frustrating. You’re scared to get into a relationship, so you’re mingling right now. You’re hard to deal with. You’re told “everyone loves you” and you deny it.
You feel as if there’s too little time to spend on one thing. You stop typing.
It really saddens me that nowadays, A LOT of girls think that they’re “not pretty/hot/cute/sexy enough” that they have to publicize themselves on the Internet negatively. “Oh you know, it’s just a phase”… Screw that! I never went through the whole “taking nude pictures of yourself and then…
I remember meeting this one girl at West Sac Youth, and she was from Australia. It was really cool, her accent and all. And she could sing good too! I don’t exactly remember her name but she was really nice to me and all of the people there, considering it was her first youth night and all.
Day 28 - Life Changing
Well, i guess i can say that one of the people who really influenced my life was my kuya Eric. He always knew the right thing to do, he has a unique personality and morals, and he’s just that “kuya” figure to look up to when you need anything. He influenced me by being who i am today, being one of the people who lead me to the right path of where i stand.
Day 29 - Everything & Anything
Well, all i’ve ever wanted to do is have a nice relationship with my parents, but i can’t tell them about my personal life. Just my goals in life. I can’t tell them anything related to something that can lead to bad situations. They’ll just assume stuff and freak out when they should just be calm about it and give me advice because apparently, “they’ve been there before.” There comes secrets, then there comes lies. And i’m just not ready for all that pressure when the truth comes out.
Hi Mommy! I am only 3/4 of an inch long, But I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat Is my favorite lullaby.
Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me You could definitely tell that I am a baby. I’m not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
You know what Mommy, I’m a boy! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don’t like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, And I cry with you even though You can’t hear me.
Mommy, My hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine But I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes And stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I’m not a baby. I am a baby, Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what’s abortion?
I can hear that doctor again. I don’t like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can’t get away from it! Mommy! Help me!
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus’s arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn’t you want me, Mommy?
Every abortion is just…
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.
You may THINK you got it rough. Because everyone around you disapproves of your actions, or your thoughts, or your stupid behavior you bring to the table sometimes, but that’s on your plate. You messed it up, and you know it. Yet you still don’t do anything about it. You’ve been living your whole life up to the point where you’re an adult, yet you’re a kid. A messed up kid who gave your younger sisters a hard time growing up with your complaints about life, arguments about ridiculous things, and your rude comments about some things we do. You made me wanna run away when i was 14 because of you. You made me cry to sleep because of you. And you know, in the beginning of last year you were going through some shit and i DEFENDED you. Yet I was the one that got the slap in the face and all you did was lecture me. At school whenever people ask me about things at home, there’s never anything good to hear because of your bitch fits and everything else. There was a time when i couldn’t forgive anything you did that affected my life and i wanted you long gone. Out of my life. Like a goodbye and i don’t ever wanna see you again type of thing. Even when you’re down crying everything out of your eyes, it’s hard for me to comfort you because i don’t remember a time you were ever there for me when i was like that. Even in these times when you’re going through your “phase” sometimes i find myself more mature than you to handle shit on your own. I think things through. I know where i wanna go in life. But you know, even though you THINK you got it rough, in some crazy way i’ll be there for you. I’ll cover you up 100 more times even if i don’t have to. And you know why? Because you’re my sister. And i still believe that in the future, i’ll think that you won’t have to visit me and my own family just to ask for some money or anything else. They say “Blood is thicker than water” and that, Ate, is one of my morals i’ll stick onto whether i like it or not.
There’s a lot of memories to think about when i have to go back in my head and recap everything. So basically, thank you to all those people who gave me tremendous amounts of memories to always look back to.
The person i judged, which would be… I forgot/remember, i’m sorry i judged by first glance. But usually when i do that, i backtrack and remind myself that i don’t even know this person, and they don’t deserve to be looked down or up on if i don’t know a pinch of what they’re like. And like every other human, when time flies i’m gonna think what i wanna think based on what i know, but if i meet you and i don’t say much, don’t think i don’t like you, i’m probably just shy. Idk what this blog is about now, but yeah. First impressions babyyy.