I hate to say I love you
When it’s so hard for me
And I hate to say I want you
When you make it so clear
You don’t want me
I’d never ask you ‘cause deep down
I’m certain I know what you’d say
You’d say, “I’m sorry believe me
I love you but not in that way”
It annoys me when Hispanics say I’m black and that I’m bald because of my nappy hair.. some stupid little girl said I need to stand on the other side because me and my cousins are black and they’re Mexican and light then everyone was laughing at me… but I’m going to care too much because I’m black, bald and proud
Its almost 6 am but I can’t go to sleep because there’s a person watching my cousin and I from our window. So I’m here sitting down with a bat and Stephanie with a knife ready to hurt a bitch but like I’m tired. Brian facetimes me acting all weird again calling me babe but I don’t like it. I always try to have feelings for the kid but I just can’t reciprocate so we’re going to have to have a talk. I tried a couple days ago but I felt bad for hurting him and apologized last night. Now I’m sitting with a bat afraid of any sound while Brian thinks we’re in love.
"It is not enough in this world to be kindhearted."
"If you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room"