unreal.

So it's been almost a week since I've spoken to you.

And for what? Because I'm not the whore you're used to?

Just because I have class, you can't stand to be friends.

And that's just fine.

Because to think that I almost gave up the love of my life, just for a taste..

It sickens me.

Your shallow demeanor reminds me how much I hate the shallow end of a swimming pool.

I'm all about the deep end.

Because the deep end always has more swimmers than the shallow.

Remember this always.

The shallow end will always be lonely.

Maybe I'm thinking way too much...

"I can see youre looking
and i really really want you to
and i dont know if he knows
that im looking straight at you
every time that i see
you looking right at me
i forget that i belong to somebody

Maybe im thinking way to much
seeing things that just arent there
and i guess its for the best
cause ive got someone else who cares"

story of my life atm.

and it's making my stomach hurt.

the end.

i wish i could crawl in a hole and be there forever. away from humanity and critical eyes. i wouldn't have to explain myself, my personality, the way i am. i would be accepted for who i am. because i will be the only person who accepts me for who i am. i am me. and that's all i can be.

Good in the Hood

Since I haven't written my feelings lately, here's a status update:

It's all good in the hood.

Hoes can't get me down.

and I finally got off the drama train.

It's good to have my life back.

:]

This Plastic City.

2 weeks. That's all I have left in this plastic city. I've been here for 7 years and as much as I hate the BMWs and ridiculous mansions and the fake people with their fake lives, I'll miss the friends I've made here. The life I made here. Drama overtook most of my life, but I made best friends. I found a life long love. Friends came and went. I saw rock bottom and I witnessed the top of the food chain. 

As much as I said I hated Winter Park, nothing beats the faces and the places.