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?

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

andthewholeworld.

i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you.


i don't know who that's for, but i really wanted to say it =/


anyway.

i deleted kevin's new gf off my facebook friends. she hits me up asking if i deleted her. i didn't answer. i don't wanna. i don't know. the guy i liked here switched schools and now he's in Cali. he says he'll visit the school once a month, but like... it won't matter. he's gonna be busy with other friends, so i shall effectively fall back. school is school. i don't have books yet, not all of them at least. i go through each class with that horrible sinking, failing feeling, like every semester. i'm in love with my abnormal child psychology class. i don't know, life is just... life. it's not horrible, but i;m back to that coasty feeling. every now and then i get into that mood where i kinda just wanna cry for no reason. i wanna go home. i need income. i drink a lot of tea instead of coffee. i made canned spaghetti out of boredom and lack of want to spend points and it was horrible, so i ate cereal. i wana change my music. chike is a fool and might be my new better friend. freakin' poetry slam and visions rehearsal are the same day :(

peace & much love to ya.

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