What I like about this world is that I can be me.
To a certain extent, I can disagree.
I get to come home after work and do what I want and nobody bothers me.
I act like I have a hard life but I still have my arms and my legs.
I just wish a female would show me some leg.
I’m really happy I just don’t act happy.
There are some things I don’t want to see in this world.
I want to be the good guy.
It’s alright to cry.
I definitely have to give up drinking.
I definitely have to give up over-eating.
I have to give up being lazy.
I just want to do the stuff that I want to do.
I’m very glad I have friends like Christina, Jose, Andre, Luisa, Karen, Carrie, and Joe.
Although Joe acts like he doesn’t want to be my friend any more.
Maybe he’s just busy; he does have a busy life.
I have my nieces, dad, sister, mom, step dad, and a lot of people to be thankful for.
So why am I looking down on myself?
I should be jumping for joy.
I should have a million girlfriends.
When I’m at my job I should smile all the time even when the guests walk by.
There is always going to be people that I can’t stand.
I just have to get over them.
I think people love me around them.
Even though I don’t want to admit it, I’m kinda thankful that I get up every morning to see another day.
All I’m saying is that I can’t explain my mind and my thoughts.
