Jordan: Yo Tajh why you looking at him like that?
Tajh: Cause man....
Jordan: Ctfu o shit I know why, you uncomfortable in here because of what happen, aren't you?
Tajh: Lol yea man that shit making want to leave. 
Jordan: Lol chill chill we just got here, just go talk to Naadir and all them and get your mind off it. 
Tajh: Ard man I didn't come all the way down here this late at night to just go home. We're going to have a good time.
Jordan: Lol ard bro lets get it. 

No matter what the road. Our paths still has a load of loves, and lust and not much trust. But are really telling me that this can't be us?? Hold on, let me get this right. You want us to be official and make this thing for real. Are you for real? Baby let me know! You want to make me the happiest man in the world, is that the deal? Girl for real?! Baby please be sure :/

Today I woke up, taught a Sunday school class, went to see Red Riding Hood (which was actually kind of good), visited my grandmother for a few minutes, took a shower and then I almost fell asleep while playing guitar. Pretty good day, sleepy day, but pretty good day.

It was a normal friday day in school. Everything was well. 2nd period just ended and now it was my lunch time. I always look forward to lunch because I’m always hungry. I packed myself a large turkey ham hoagie from the corner store. It was delicious.

I'm sick of this 
I'm worn out
I am a page that has been torn out
A picture that has been burned
I am sick, I am crazy
I'm always being called lazy
I do my best and I'm told that I can do better
I pray for sunshine, but I can't mess with the weather
I'm the gum off of someone's shoe
I am looking for my reason to live, I truly don't know what to do
I have been told by others that I am crap
Hearing people talk about me behind my back
I am fat, lonely, I can't run a lap
I cover my head, while people tell me i'm a load of crap
I know that most of this stuff is true
But tell me, what am I to you?

I was with them for Christmas one year. They weren’t particularly generous, but they did get me a diary. I would write in it everyday. I never had any toys to play with at their house, so this would generally occupy my time. I would never let them see it, obviously. No, that would just make them angrier. I wrote on the last page “And then I died of pneumonia.” Because I couldn’t imagine, or rather, I didn’t want to live past a certain age.

 

Standing outside the bathroom for ten minutes under the impression the door is locked. Reading a paper as I wait. A woman comes over and gets in line behind me. We wait. She is approached by two lovely drunks eager to flirt. Awkward, slurred conversation commences. She gets uncomfortable and I check the door once more and realize it was not locked, merely heavy. Shame then takes a physical form and forever attaches itself to my back.