Performing is the best feeling in the world. And the feeling right after? Is even better! My school had its first talent show and the turn out was amazing. I had no idea the talent would turn out to be that great. Sure there were some.. not so great acts but they were necessary for comical effect….
Ugh my mother is so fucking annoying when it comes to my hair. I can’t do ANYTHING. She wants me to cherish it an shit but I’m tire of the same thing. I wanna try new things but I also want to respect her wishes. Fuck. Her exact dreads “I don’t want no child with dreads now”. Plus she doesn’t…
The best part of my day is when I first wake up. I’m not a morning person or much of a waking up person but I have my reasons. For those first 30 seconds to 1 minute I know nothing. I don’t remember what was bothering me the day before or why I was crying or even that I was crying at all. For that moment in time I’m completely at peace. And then my brain comes trolling along reminding me why I didn’t wanna be awake in the first place.
I put bitches on. With my little 3 friends theory. Now bitches starting to realize they don’t really got that many friends. THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING ALONG.
