Wonder why bitches think they BAD ONLY cause they buy expensive shit...
bored ?
I'm... bored. I'm...bored. yeah, this hospital is ugly and Nathan is asleep and fuck its boring. waaahhhh :(
I HATE WEED!
Another blog, another post, another day of writing about whats in my journal.
Lately MARIJUANA has just taken over me. My dad left cause of drugs, ok? So i just want to know why the fuck im sitting here smoking. It does me no good, it does Nathan no good, it does everyone who is around me NO GOOD! So what the fuck? I wonder why i cant stop. One day soon and slowly i know i will. I have goals, goals to meet, reach, accomplish. Im slowly getting to them. Ha! PORNSTAR? I swear these bitches just dont know though. I'll be honest, i have 4 videos. Which are my favorite i've seen. NO LIE! CLEAN dirty S-E-X is THE SHIT! ;) Nothing caught. 9 inches feels like a whole foot to these bitches. HAHAHA! Anyways, I HATE WEED!
The reason...
I'm not a hater, I’m not a hypocrite, or anything like that. I’m against drugs for one REAL GOOD reason. I hate seeing people, WOMEN, especially smoking, popping pills, and all that “good good” shit. Yeah when I was younger I was on all that all the time. I did some stupid shit; honestly, all the times I was high felt so well but in reality they were the worse times of my life. I didn’t know who I was because all I needed was drugs. I didn’t want anything else. My dad would be out, of course slanging. And I joined him, so whenever I needed to re-up I would come to him. Until one night I came home and my dad was not home. I called him more than enough times and he would just not answer. I called his friend up, and he told me he went to pick up his money. So I waited and waited until the clock hit 4am. Where was my dad? I got a phone call from my dad’s friend and I had a feeling inside it was something bad. He told me my dad had gotten stabbed by the nigga who owed him money. I rushed to the hospital, and I wasn’t able to see my dad until later that day. When I finally was able to see him he was pale, and couldn’t talk all that much. He told me, and I still can hear the words he told me. “Stop using drugs son, I don’t want you to end up like me.” I had to get out of the room for the nurses can do a checkup. Talking to the doctors they were saying he needed blood donated to. No one there was his type and by the time I went back in to see him he was asleep. I went out to get something to eat and when I came back, my dad’s friends was balling his eyes out. My heart dropped and it felt like my whole world froze, I knew my dad didn’t make it. That moment felt like I was dreaming, I wanted to wake up. I didn’t want to put anything in my head. But my dad’s friend told me and I could swear I was not all there. I did not cry, talk, anything. Until 5 minutes later. My dad was REALLY gone…. Over some piece of shit drugs that aren’t worth shit.
WOMP,
On the road to success. This girl last night asked "Let's moke?" What the fuck is "MOKE?" Oh, please tell me what kind of language you're speaking. I honestly think your retarded! I looked at her and said, "naw, i'm coo," Bitch wants to get buck and say I'm no fun cause i don't want to MOKE with her. OH MY GOODNESS, this world had changed.... I'm sorry i don't MOKE. Lol :-)
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