Sometimes I worry about what people think of me.
These people don’t have to be me.
They think I am gay but I’m not.
Now I am not racist against gays!
Sometimes I don’t want to live on this earth.
I’ve been like this since birth.
I’ve always been scared to say what I truly feel.
Sometimes people may not think that I am real.
From now on I’m just going to download clean music to my Ipod in case my nieces listen to my music.
I’m scared to get my butt kicked.
But I can take pain and I don’t cry.
Just because I back up in a corner doesn’t mean that I’m scared.
I wonder sometimes about myself.
I wonder sometimes about my dad too.
But I gotta live life too.
I don’t know why I like sad and depressing songs.
If I don’t cuss I feel like some people won’t like me.
I just don’t see how men can disrespect women unless they deserve it.
Some women cause drama way too much.
I just want a great committed relationship.
I may talk all kinds of mess to people but I’m just joking around with people.
But I found out you can’t joke around with certain people.
Why am I so obsessed with Luisa?
I guess it’s kinda like Eminem and Mariah Carey.
Or it’s just like Republicans are obsessed with making Obama fail.
But Obama ain’t gonna fail.
I wish Carrie would love me.
I wish some woman would love me.
I’m not talking about the kinda love a friend or family has.
Am I bad?
