i miss my camera. hidden in my bag. i need it.
2:30 until 8. in that ghetto hair salon/barbershop.
washing clothes.
it's a few minutes after eleven,
i should hear from you soon.
i hate this feeling i'm feelin right now.
it's like i want to burst out into a million words
explaining everything that's bothering me,
but i can't.
like i want to burst out into a million tears.
to make it all better.
if you'd ask me what's wrong right this second i couldn't tell you a thing.
turns out, me & the bestfriend aren't going to school together in the fall.
idk about sarah yet.
delonte' isn't makin me feel any better about these classes i have to take.
he keeps teasin me.
listenin to differences.
"my whole life has changed, since you came in."
damn sure true.
testing tomorrow. 4 hours.
hopefully we have fun tomorrow.
i miss you. =[
i wanna see you.
fantasies just aren't enough.
ugh. ima try not to think about that.
sorta tired & i feel sick.
snackin on some twizzlers.
listenin to text messages by raheem devaughn.
& thats all i feel like writin.
7.11.2008
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