You want me to tell you.
Tell you everything about me.
Tell you everything I hide and whatever.
But you wont understand.
I swear so much.
But their not bad words to me,
Their my deepest feelings.
My deepest thoughts.
I smoke alot of pot.
Because I cant sleep.
And I dont know if I will be able to sleep,
properly again.
I love my family more then anything.
My mom is my hero.
My dad is a great friend.
I like to over react.
And take little things to the top.
I throw fits when I cant handle it.
I cry when things get to tough.
I fight when I have to defend myself.
I hate drama.
I hate immature girls.
I hate school.
But I have to go.
I want to go to collage.
I want to make something of myself.
I want to get married,
I want to have kids.
I want the kinda of family my parents have.
I want that speacial feeling.
This is who I am.
Talk all the crap you want.
Say whatever you want.
You wont bring me down.
I will not let anything change me.
