I am good, but not an angel, I do sin, but I am not the devil.
I feel so empty, lyk what’s the point of life, making money jus to be broke, smiling jus to cover up the hurt and the scars, putting on fronts for ppl because we’re scared to be ourselves, being nice to ppl because we have to not because it’s the right thing to do, I’m tired of feeling so useless, of crying myself to sleep still because it’s hard to talk about how I feel to family because ikno they wouldn’t understand no matter how hard I try, it’s jus really painful to be on your own emotionally.
when I see someone I know from school
my reason for goin anywhere: there might be hoes
why would anyone ever abandon a dog
Them waves shawty booty make when you spank her