well.
posting a rant.
got a kid who i sold sneaks to saying he NEVER got them.
confirmed they were picked up in his spot.
sent money.
so idk what the fuck is going on.
least to say im done with selling. just shows i should keep my shit.
cause either his shit got jacked/mixed up and me being me,
i'm coming out of the fucking pocket. again.
next up.
school.
these last three weeks. are too fucking slow.
teachers is blowin' the shit outta me.
weary about my grades.
get some good weather, motherfuckers dont know how to act.
also idk if im going to summerschool now.
moving along...
Girls.
still no sex.
NEXT.
etc.
still aint got my damn refund check. after almost 3 months( i put my shit in the day i got it)
ummm. have to pay a ANOTHER ticket from ANOTHER VA crooked ass cop.
my mother. is stressting the shit outta me. her being sick, naive, and stubborn.
is going thru the same symptoms that took my grandfather.
he passed at 64.
my mom is 42.
so. i try to stay positive.
but shit. she's seen her potential future thru my grandfather.
why is she doing the same shit now.
she wont tell me anything.
continues to act as if she is invincible.
i hate to be negative, but i call it real.
hope she makes it to my graduation.
and i hope im not a fatherless and motherless son.
speaking of fathers.
i still hate mine.
he's officially lost it.
lost all his marbles.
im going to fuck that nigga up.
point. blank. period.
and here i am.
sitting at this school.
a fucking one man army.
cause i cant do shit for no one but me nowadays.
but. i can vent on a computer so people i dont know,
some i do,
know that i am going thru some shit.
some see it as much, some not.
guess some need to breakdown and vent sometime.
heres mine.
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