naia. twenty. african-american. bronx born. harlem raised. random. preacher's kid. hyperempathist. aspiring designer.
co-founder of ORIGIN8TY9INE. renovative. messy neat freak. spiritual. extroverted introvert. bookworm. talkative. asshole.
gospel rapper. in love with love. writer & poet. imaginocreative. something like a singer. high quality example of intelligent design. mp3/internet/cell phone junkie. macs are evil. fragile heart. tough shell. txt msg'r. therapist. introspective. overprotective. night owl.
i'm not a player, i just crush a lot?

Saturday, May 24, 2008

reallythough?

my day was fucked up.

so i wake up at 5 am and have to strip my bed and flip the mattress. about 5:30, i go back to sleep until 9 am. i wake up at 9 am and my parents are arguing. great. so we all go to the NAN to drop off some money and then go to get breakfast at this diner near our church. and basically, my stepmom tells me that we don't get along because i'm not a "girly girl" and i'm not "high maintenance". and i told her that i don't wanna be high maintenance and she told me that i HAVE to be. whatever. so we go from there to the church so some group can rehearse at our church. i was bored out of my skull 90% of the time. we go from there to a car dealership and spent LIKE THREE FUCKING HOURS THERE just to have to come back another time. all that time the smell of cigarette smoke is making my head hurt something serious. ON TOP OF THAT, my stepmom pretty much said that we'll never get along because i'm "too sarcastic" and she's not one of my friends, so i can't talk to her like that. whatever. and my parents are apparently SO used to me being gone that i was barely included in conversations. all i know is that kevin better fucking call me so i can vent after he gets out of that party or it's gonna end as a horrible night. IGEFJAIDIJRGNVKDXJVN i'm so through with today.


peace.

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