
A feeling of guilt overcomes me for some odd reason. I hate when i get played but dont see a problem with playing people. Yet, i still get mad when i found out he does wrong......i woke up at 8:26 dis morning with bags under my eyes. It mad me feel ugly......Post secrets inspire me. Who wouldn't want to read people's secrets all night long? Get real.... On Monday i got mad to the point i smoked a black. i need another way to release some tension...... i tried to make myself miss high school, ERROR, ERROR, try again. ... once again its allergy season. HIp Hip Hooray.... I used to be addicted to looking out the window. Most people would say drugs or something of that sort, but my problem was just the same. Every moment i had to look out the window to see who was there. It was bad to the extent i would be put on punishment for coming near the window. That problem was solved.... when i moved to Stockbridge. You know what just happened?..I just remembered a guy named O'Shane. He made me feel special when i was with him. He had a great smile. Its nice just out the orange for him to pop up in my head and have nothing but good memories.Pretty nice it is. What's going on O'Shane? Where are u? Where Have u been? Nd where are u going?....... So Kent thought he could hide the secret forever? Well sucker i finally found out so THERE...... i can sing. Not as well as u might like, but i can, in my mind that is...... In my mind i can see a reflection of myself staring at the computer screen trying to figure out what my gift is.... So God, when you are ready to tell me..... I'm listening


