SO today the yankees won the wolrd series. whoopty fuckin doo. I cant stand all these fuckin yankees fans it makes me so fuckin sick. whats gonna suck is that I gotta deal with L now and thats gonna suck. ppl just fuckin gang up on me and shit and I cant even handle the nonsense anymore im just gonna keep my hood on and not speak to anyone for the next week and a half. oh my god what a pain in the ass this gonna be.
on a more lighter note, Ive been doing ok. still in this "on the fence" relationship and Im still in search of my true first love, which is a real GOOD car. Ive also had a Iphone for a while now, and ive been wirting little creative pieces in them just to express my feelings, because I felt as though I had no one to talk to over the summer. I think the man who I know as myself got a little bit colder.
I hate this state.
but here is the poem i wrote; I gotta put it somewhere because im gonna restore my phone in a few days......
Aug 20 9 22am
woke up early this morning,
walked outside my door
i was met by a beautiful rose,
and then pricked by its sharp thorn.
A beautiful day; sun shining, blue sky,
not care in the air as the clouds floated by.
I walked with my happiness that no one could take away from me,
And my sun got brighter, it made my smile gleam.
Until a feeling I cant explain suddenly came over me
The sun got bigger but the clouds got thicker
What could this crazy feelin mean???
my happiness turned delirious
and my smile got serious,
as I look to the sky, a change in the weather was coming and i knew it
i wanted to go home, or just get where I was going
my mind screams "Start Running!"
The funny thing is i had an umbrella;
I knew this was coming
I looked up, and down my face raindrops start running.
My entire body was drenched,
I look around for my happiness only to find that it has been spoiled and it had turned into discontent.
I still dragged it along seeing some untarnished spots, I had hope that I could save it, not knowing that the whole thing would rot.
Right now I am still running, pressing on hard through this inclement weather,
but its gotten worse from thunder and lightning but i cant get any wetter, Iknew it would get worse before it got better...
This storm WILL end I know that for a fact, one way or another
I felt deep in my pocket the beautiful rose, I reached in my pocket the beautiful rose, I reached in and pulled it out only to be mezmorised by its beauty, its entire existence a blessing from above.
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