Her album dropped today, I need it.

I'm in love with her life, minus him.

Gotta Find Peace Of Mind.

All I wanted was some cute shit, like buy me a ring and promise you'll be here forever. But this isn't a sappy love movie where forever means even after death. So the rings in my life cost $67,000 and turn fingers green. Green in envy with the price tag neither of us were down to sacrifice for. But you know, broke niggas need love too. So he loves me and I love him. Addicted to this love. Torn and confused & here we are now, lucky we survived it all.

Winter Formal 2010

My life obviously used to be much more interesting 'cause I used to write all about it. I probably just had a lot more on my mind, 'cause I actually wrote about it. Almost two years of using this and I'm obviously much different now.

THEN

NOW.

'Least I look the same ? A lot less tan ha.

Doubtful.

Submit ?

Drama thrives in that of the dweller. Dweller stuck in the past & one who only lingers in the present. The dreamer of the future is emancipated yet hopeful in the dwellings of his choices. Given the chance to choose the future, this resident would thrive on his own fortuity. The drama thrives in that of the dweller who doesn't acquit that of his dwellings. To occupy the sense of this common dwelling, we are shown the options. With a haphazard sense of occupancy our options are limited. By chance we are given a future that we have the choice to dwell in. With our choices we are liberated, but in some cases we are dwelling. Dwelling in all that we choose to be given. Our futures are only chosen by change. That change given to us by our own liberation. Such a change determined or marked by whim or caprice rather than reason. The tenure of our intellect is being possessed with thoughts of permutation. Minds being confiscated by the prose left from the dwellings made in the past. Although the dreamer has not yet reached his emancipation, the liberation comes in the dream of no longer dwelling.

Should I submit this for the literary compilation ?

AOL wants to tell my email is invalid. I've had this email since the ninth grade. ITS VALID AOL, I SWEAR TO YOU, IT IS!

THE VENDING MACHINE gave me a Rice Krispy Treat when I wanted a bag of pretzels. 44 constitutes a Rice Krispy, I PRESSED 42 !

I miss liking people, I now hate the sight of everyone.

Never knew anything more true.