This is really freaking cool.
I’m no longer going to be sad over this. There’s no point in mourning when I’m a freaking senior, and about to go to college. There are others, I have to tell myself. There are others.
I want to leave everything i’ve come to know here behind. Literally, I’d love to just take a boat and go to some obscure pacific island or something. And just never worry about this bullshit ever again.
He’s carried out his will, carried out his way. There’s nothing you can do, nothing you can say. The hero’s been burned, a coin on each eye. His spirit is flying, his ashes sky high. I think i want to be cremated, because I won’t end up rotting in the ground. Nast.
NIECEY, my dear ghetto queen what is your last name? i am the angry black woman’s worst enemy, for i give them just as much sass.
A free sky with newly found wings, or a dive with no parachute?
I don’t worry about what’s out of my control, but can’t handle something I could have done to make things better. I don’t overreact, because my feelings run deep.