dang i have not been here in so long tho, this used to b ma get away spot where i write stupid shit just to feel better, i guess i shall b coming back here more often
umm so now im in ma own place, its ok,still in jamaica, hopefully by end of the year ill b back to ma real house back in U.S.A
umm as to people in ma life now, dang, like idk what happened, once it was good, then poof, idk it got to the point where if i dont text or say somthing i never heard from her, lol y do i fall 4 these things?, i been trying to talk to see what went wrong, i think i have an idea, well think idk for sure, not ill send a text, with no reply, say they dont get em but what can i do, the delivery report say delivered, even tried the spesh coded text, n it said delivered,but i aint gonna call noone a liar, so ill just take it that it was not received, still idk what the hell she wants, so far its nothing 2 confined i guess, but dang, just talk 4 gods sake, say things, dont wait till i start assuming n react from your reactions to start sayin crap, ugh, like i want to move on from this cuz it seems like its never gonna go anywhere, i been pushing maself to move on, but it aint so hard to move from the people u really care about >.< no matter how much it totally hurts the hell out o u that u dont kno wtf is going on, how hard am i to talk to really? just say fuck off if u need to ill go, or if u want something say so, dont say nothing n expect me to b ok, like i came back to the god dam island just to spend more time with u, u kno how much time i sen her? umm 2? the most, i been here from july, friggin july, like i hear shiz from other people, and talk to someone who i kinda trust about the whole thing and they all saying "wtf" ugh, well i might update later, ma migraine getting bad again... so later 4 now









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Building those rafts.
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We are oft to blame in this, - / 'Tis too much proved - that with devotion's visage/ And pious action we do sugar o'er/ The devil himself.
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We are oft to blame in this, - / 'Tis too much proved - that with devotion's visage/ And pious action we do sugar o'er/ The devil himself.
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Building those rafts.
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Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
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