i do not deserve alot of things. stinky attitude, condescendence, questioning stares, inconsiderate actions, not carryin your own weight.

i'm reading too much into words. and i dun think matters are as fine as they seem. it's deceiving, it's deceptive, and it's destructive.

i dun think i talk alot anymore. this has become my outlet, my therapeutic dashboard, with my heart bleeding out for the world to explore. i fear and loathe the repercussions that might come with the extend of my soul-bearing, and the outreach of this network.

lonely christmases are such tragic holidays.