Prom 2011 w/my fioneass man. Love him thoooo

What's up Cold World,
Meet my love, my hate, happiness, my anger, my uprising, my downfall, my sadness, my disappointment, my excitement, my thrill, my chase, my all day everyday, my shit, my warmth, my chills, my water, my jealousy, my comfortability, my discomfort, my tears, my drool, my shelter, my hormones, my pleasure, my drive, my enthusiasm, my insecurities, my peace of mind, my annoyance, my stable instability, my good, my bad, my better half. Yea he's been part of the highs of my life and the reasons for the lowest I've been. Foreal, we're the most confusing pair that most people know, we've broken up, gotten back together, stopped talking, started kicking it again, hated each other, disrespected, loved, all that bullshit. But I honestly don't give two fucks about what anybody says or thinks about us, foreal, approve, disapprove, whatever the fuck gets you by. It's what we are and always been and prolly always will be. And I'm perfectly fine with it.

I don’t like to think. Over-thinking, I hate it. Or at least to the point where I let my emotions get the best of me, I hate it. I don’t like the feeling of discomfort, jealousy, anger, tension, annoyance, bitterness— any of it. When it comes my way, I just leave and not deal with it so I don’t have to feel it. That’s why sometimes when I get asked if I’m a jealous person or if I get angry/annoyed easily or any of that bs, I say I’m usually not/don’t. I can’t tell if it’s a bad thing or not, I just don’t see the point in feeling that way or if anybody needs to feel that way. I’m not saying I want to be happy all the time and shit, I just don’t like feeling all that stuff. Or feeling at all. That is all.

I had a good Mother's Day. Spent it @ Griffith Park! Too much fun w/Lake. Anyways, I love my mother, she really is like my rock, and she's there for me whenever I need her, whether it's sewing back my button onto my shirt to cooking me to what I believe is a 5-Star dinner. And as much as I create all the white hair she has, I do it out of love! <3 Hehehhe

I am simply torn. Torn between what's a routine and what's spontaneous. Between what's safe and what's a risk, what is good for me and what can give me a now feeling, a permanent and a temporary, a sense of comfortability and a new set of standards, a simple yet so complicated and a complicated but could be simple, a sweet and a sour, a proper, well-thought out day and a hit-up, what-are-we-gna-do-on-the-spot day, a settlement and a kickinit, a plan and an idea, a call and a text, a mess to clean up with a mop and a mess to clean up with a napkin. This is not only a 'male' dilemma. It is everything I come across