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?

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

ugh.

i'm mad right now.
lmao, like you have no idea, i'm really ready to cry. or break something.

UGH.
he just ruined my FUCKING night.
yeah, i know chivalry is dead.
but did you have to shoot it in the head anyway?

FUCKINGBITCHASSPUKMOTHERFUCKER.
i don't mean that. =/
BUT I'M ANGRY, damnit.

[ writes angry letters ]

i don't even fucking know, man. he really messed up my night. what the hell?! UGHRWIHNFBFVKDHSBCJHKVBJKDV HBDKXJV NKDVNKLFNGBFGL


i can't even sleep now.


peace.

naia said knock you ooouuutt @ 12:15 AM

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