There are days when I want to SNATCH every girl around me. Days when I want to pull a Bruce Lee and take everyone in a circle. There are days when I want to take the source out. One hitter quitter but I don’t. Sometimes I feel like it would benefit me to do exactly what I feel because I don’t see why or how doing something else or “what’s right” really is what’s right. You must have no heart, you must. Or I don’t exist. Or neither one I suppose that works too. Sometimes I feel like my life can’t be real and sometimes I feel like I’m gonna commit a homicide.
But then I’m ok. Sometimes I just get over it and keep going. Eff you all. I’m chillin and trying my best and I know at some point things will be better for me. My heart will heal and someone amazing will love me. But that’s not even my focus. Forget that last sentence.
I need to get into kickboxing. I have pent up animosity.